When The Wind Blows Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

And the wind blows from
The meadows with a swishing sound
It comes to my village
From huts to fields it moves around

And it touches the cheeks
Of the boys and girls going to school
It tarries on the stairs of huts
And runs to ponds as if from a spool

And the wind brings joy
To men working in fields and farms
It shakes the flowers to
Wake them up and spread their charms

And the wind will rise to
The sky creating a void across the land
The girls will come out
With hair decorated with flowery strands