Crispy wind
Beating against the panes:
Flying as a monster
Over huts, streets and lanes;
It beats
Against faces turning beads,
Of small eyes,
And lifts oiled hair as threads;
Crispy wind
Crackles amidst leafy boughs;
A mature tide
It moves with highs and lows;
Over hilltops
It scribbles forms with clouds;
Slipping down
Verdant slopes with sounds.
Crispy wind
Thin and thick, hot and cold;
Drags itself
Hollow shroud weak and bold;
Weaving pleats
Rolls itself to enhance might;
Intoxicating flavor
A silent flame that melts at a height.
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Wonderful demonstration of wind on various places, beauty of nature, captured well and depicted in simple words, thoughtful poem perfect 10, thanks