The wind bit me in the neck
whipped my face with chilly force
ignoring it was fruitless
and so I changed my course;
now the wind was at my back
it pushed me gently down the path
I was giddy from inside
happy to have scorned its wrath;
I had no destination in my mind
only to exercise and walk
only to gain solitude
with no need for talk;
An hour's journey down the lane
brought me to the river
to its coarse and rocky shore
to the water and life's giver;
I marveled in its beauty
a ribbon - sparkling bright
satisfied at the path I took
in the early morning's light.
Change // beautiful poem change thyself to the philanthropic human/ the wind the breeze the rain the coolness the warmth the sun the moon the day and night come let all come to change the world to change constitution of world to change me, s/she and you to the philanthropic human from the hatred, revengeful mind!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned sublime composition......10+++😮