The Wind Waits Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
The Wind Waits
The wind is westward bound
Shaking the branches and caressing
The sleepy flowers, makes an eerie sound
The wind tarries over the dale
Catching scents of ripening crops
Sucking up quickly the mist's smoky trail
The wind vanishes after a day
Behind the hills it hides and growls
Waiting for the spring to return and play
Nice poem, wind or man, when reeling under the cold Winter looks up to Spring for deliverance
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 3:41:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
within coming and going everything is waiting for the best time and naturally best time of the season is spring time; nice to read the poem