ramesh rai

(13.12.1955 / howrah)

You and the wind


You may think
to be more stronger
than the wind

you can never be
at least for this moment

the evil wind
may blow you up
to the unknown destination
to the desert of your life

to fight against the wind
which does not please your life
is foolishness

to be secured
let the evil wind pass
over your head
and be safe

Submitted: Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013

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  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (9/8/2013 7:08:00 AM)

    Let evil wind pass in life and gentle wind blow. One may have to tackle things sometimes against the wind. Beautiful poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (9/5/2013 10:35:00 AM)

    Winds of evil are strong no doubt but Faith is a bird that soars high above these winds. A poem with a good message. (Report) Reply

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