Air Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
Air
In the pleasant afternoon
I was walking with great ease,
Gentle air was blowing,
I was trying to clutch it
Like an innocent child,
One of the passers by frowned me saying,
"What a fool you are! "
I remained silent,
As I thought even with my foolishness
I got immense pleasure with it.
The last line of this sweet work rounds it up as an endearing composition dear Anjandev! Thanks for sharing.....10++++
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12/15/2025 4:09:59 PM # 1.0.0
A lovely poem. A great person can always find pleasure in anything. A wonderful attribute.