The Wind Blows Hard Sometimes Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The wind blows from the west
Shakes my body and wakes me
Up from the rest
The wind blows singing a song
It rattles my windows and doors
Stays here for long

The wind blows over my town
Shaking the wires, bending trees
Shutters are down
It creates ripples across streams
Blows away shelters shattering
Many a dreams

The wind flows over the dales
Crushing crops, seeds and buds
Dipping the sales
Here and there the flowers fall
Petals squeezed, essences gone
Mourning in the lull