Moan Of The Wind Poem by Syed Pillai

Moan Of The Wind



Scratches of love
Scribbled our pages
wounds of anatomy
made labyrinth cavities
Honey! ... yesterday
Is not ours to recover-But
yet today you come.
Strings of life wont lost
Every seconds
calls....
For absolute respect past
Now i belongs to
neither race or anyone else
This way....lives
Moan of the wind
going to pass.

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Syed Pillai

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Cape-Comorin-Tamilnadu
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