Wind Poem by Ganapathy Chidambaram

Wind

Rating: 5.0


One with the blooms at times I am,
one with their pleasing scent;

I give the slip to those towering doors,
always unbroken, always unbent;

Refreshing scent of the earth I bring,
Joyous news of the rain I bring;

Haven't I spread the stench of filth?
Now, is there a way to rescind?

Nevertheless, that which blows, has to blow,
For I am the mighty wind..

Friday, June 12, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

very true about the wind...i have written one'''the wind's dressing room'...please read

0 0 Reply
Roshni D'Souza 12 June 2009

Very well written! Thanks, roshni.

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success