In a catalysmic mode
In the north, east, west and south
It blows with thunderstorms
It blows like hurricane
Sweeping aside the mighty
Uprooting the timbers and jugganuts
Empires are breezed away in the Gulf
New ones are being built across globe
From America to Arabia
Begining from Africa to Artatical
The winds hurriedly blows
To bring the much awaited change
Where the wind settles
I cannot say
When it simmers down
No one can say
Its just the begining
no one can say it is just the beginning. good thought. philosophical. thanks.
Time does not bind on the theme.... Every time we need a change.. A good though shared Babatunde.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent thoughts on the changing winds. They blow where ever they want.