Wind Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Wind
I have been watching her since long,
Sometimes she moved like a child,
Sitting and getting up moving again
Touching my heart, she's sexy but mild,
Saw her violent, lightning and thunder,
I grew up with her and saw her too wild,
Seeing me afraid of her she brought
For me, on the skies a blackish toy,
A magical toy that changed its shapes
A beautiful gal chasing a naughty boy
A tiger hunting a deer in the forest,
When lost her heat, imagine my joy!
The child threw his shirt and trousers too
Exposed him completely to the showers
Welcome, welcome sweet pleasing winds
I surrender my whole body for your bowers
The river falling from the flying mountains
Touched everywhere, softer than flowers!
A one of a kind write that captures the many wonderdul attributes of one of the four elements: wind. Liked the first Stanza. It beautifully and vividly described the wind. Beautifully written.
I grew up with her! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The joy of wind captured in a delightful novel way. Every heart is stirred by its song and dance. A beautiful poetic inking.
Oh! The thrill of wind and rain! Childhood splashes and carefree games. Thank you for sharing the lovely poem Akhtarji.
wow very sexy JA ji The child threw his shirt and trousers too Exposed him completely to the showers Welcome, welcome sweet pleasing winds I surrender my whole body for your bowers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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it's an unseen natural life; no grief, no sorrow, no demand can touch this life....////