Plum Thoughts


The Wind - Poem by Plum Thoughts

Like a wanderer,
i traveled,
Neither i had direction nor was being directed,
As alone i was,
Even the smallest distance seemed to be the longest,
Facing turmoils,
I continued,

Sometimes i passed happy trees,
Sometimes the lonely ones,
A brook or a lake were always out there to make me wet,
But,
Always out there was the sun to dry me out,
Becoming harsh and carefree with my friend
I became more enthusiastic,
I blew over the fields, lonely and busy roads,
I went into chocked pipes,
I moved away from the hectic schedule,
I moved away from the simplicity and sacredness of life,
I continued,

In the beginning,
I felt like a lost puppet,
But as i traveled,
I discovered every other person is as or more alone,
I had friends that i barely noticed,
Sands, Gravels, Leaves, Papers, Flowers, Plucked grass,
Being always lost in myself,
As i failed to realize this,
With the arrival of winter,
The sound that encouraged me,
Got buried somewhere into mother earth's heart,
But i continued,

Traveling to find a new place,
Waiting for d time to get passed,
Where i can find new friends,
And regain old ones,

With all this,
An enthusiasm appeared with dis-appearence of my loneliness,
With the feeling of being elated,
I continued


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 3, 2013



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