Clad in white
Standing tall and majestic
Never in single
Gathering in groups
All of them
Looking alike
So much like marching soldiers
Triplet of wings
But no feathers
Rotating in stable speeds
All the time
Transformers very near
Mountains behind
Cool breeze blowing
Wind mills
In Nanguneri
Source of electric power
Acquired so naturally
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Plenty of wind mills are found inn Nanguneri near Tirunelveli, Tamilnadu, India