Indira Renganathan


The Poet And The Wind - Poem by Indira Renganathan

He mused, he found
He asked the wind
'Tell me dear friend
Formless, colourless
Odourless by nature
Yet
Soothing soft
When you breeze
You're colourful
On leaves and flowers
And scented too
You are strong
Enough to play with
Rocks and mounts
Oh, what lovely ripples
You create on river
You become that of
Each thing on Earth
And so wise you become
Breathing through me too
I do wonder...'

'Stop, stop Mr.Poet
No wise you
It's my wisdom
To have held
You fit'

'Ah catch it'
Continued the poet
So wonderful you're
I agree
But tell me,
The tempest, turmoil
Your other face..why'

'Simply like your verses'
Saying the wind
Swept away swiftly
Puzzled poet
Striking and correcting
Then after repeatedly

Topic(s) of this poem: nature, social


Comments about The Poet And The Wind by Indira Renganathan

  • Glen Kappy (10/30/2016 8:30:00 AM)

    The Poet and the Wind
    indira,

    since yours was the member poem on the home page today (10/30/16 as i write in america) , i was curious about your other poems and came on this one. - i chose it because the wind is fascinating to me, because in hebrew and greek, the main languages of the bible, wind and spirit are the same word. anyway, also about wind but different, you'll find below a poem of mine.

    all the best to you,

    glen kappy

    Wind which rattles trees
    and shudders windows-
    what sound its own?
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  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (10/31/2015 8:17:00 PM)


    Verily, a wonderful poem depicting the essence of nature, the breeze and wind
    A lovely dialogue indeed....10
    Added to my poem list
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 28, 2015



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