The Wind Poem by Somanathan Iyer
The Wind
Oh! Wind! Where from you originate?
From high mountain cliffs?
Vast sandy deserts?
Wide spread seas around?
Or from the hollowness of the sky?
You are the life! You give us the breathe!
You roar in gales
You smile in breeze
Kissing the flowers
You bring the friendly fragrance
Ripping the rot
You bring the foulest odor
Rich and poor, race and creed
All are alike in your formless touch
When in rage you raze down
Anything that meet your might
In the gentle form
You kindle the feel of one and all
Oh! Formless great! Forgive us
Without you the creation is lifeless!
A beautiful poem. One does not know from which direction the wind comes. We can see the trees swaying to and fro. Clothes hanging on a line waving up and down. Most above all the air that we breathe is cleansed by the ever present wind. A thoughtful write.
Roar in gales Smile in breeze Beautiful poem. Thank you.
A description of the wind in its soft caressing form and also in its sweeping fury! ! Enjoyed! ! I invite you to read my poem- The Evening breeze! !
great write, kissing the flowers, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 3:14:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the wind comes and goes at will. we know not how his happens just that it cools us on a summer day. lovely write