Rushing Winds Poem by Ravi Panamanna

IN MEMORY OF MY 8TH STANDARD CLASSMATE HAMZA
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Standing before thy tomb
My winds are sharing my boyhood days.
Standing before my long lost friend
My streams are searching their source.

And the gates are thorwn open,
Before a classroom doth I stand.
Through the window peeps in thy face
And a bird is on his endless flight.

Iam gathering my winds,
My moments with you open their wings.
A smiling face flashes in my inward eye
And takes me to my dales once again.

For one year we were together
And then we left those dales forever.
In the passage of time afterwards
Among the city lights we met now and then.

Towards me thee had a loving heart,
Towards me thee had a soft word.
And now my fate hath taken me
To the shores of one of the deepest silence.