The Wind Blows Harder
My back hurts most of the time
I have practically no energy
I am a convalescent
Not yet on the road to recovery.
The weather outside is beckoning
Its the month of July
The sun plays peek-a-boo
But the wind blows quite persistently.
My walking pace is slow
I need to pause every few steps
The wind blows harder
Yet lightens the load in my chest.
I take a deep breath in
And let it out slowly
It does wonders to my soul
Which has been living quite restlessly.
The wind blows harder still
A few strands escape my pony's tail
I enjoy the soothing feeling
While they gently tickle my neck n face.
Now the wind gets very naughty
As it blows even harder
Lifting the hems of ladies' skirts
While they scramble to hold everything together.
I smile to myself
As a memory tugs at my thoughts
In the windy season of July n August
I had vowed, never to wear any skirts.
I keep walking, pacing, pausing
It appears its going to rain
The prospect fills up my senses with pleasure
Lo n behold, I have forgotten about my pain.
A lovely poem Sumali. Nicely written showing how pleasant it is to be with nature.great thoughts put in simple words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's wonderful to notice that wind can be a salve for what ails us. (Especially the gusty, willful winds of spring in my home district.) When everything in the body flows to a pervading current, the body will feel better, so the wind is like a reminder of health. Reading this calls up two images from my college days.1) The book I was carrying fell open and loose leave pages were scattered over the lawn. I bent down and picked them up one by one. I looked up and saw that a pretty girl had helped me pick up several pages.2) I was carrying a pail of feed pellets from my car to the biology lab. A sudden gust of wind blew the lid off my pail, and at that very moment, two teenage girls began running up a knoll, simply for the joy of movement.