Wind Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque
Wind
The wind has got shapes, many,
At times it blows gently,
At times it turns mad,
At times it behaves like being sad!
It touches almost all,
None can ever call,
It shameless and arrogant as such,
Since it’s the wind’s nature to touch.
The wind makes the leaves dance in joy,
And the maiden orders the sari being coy!
Saturday, May 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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