Wind Poem by Ganapathy Chidambaram
Wind
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..
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9/19/2024 9:48:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
very true about the wind...i have written one'''the wind's dressing room'...please read