Withered By The Wind Poem by Muktika Poddar

Withered By The Wind

Standing tall in the face of cold
After rain it was born
Blooming bright like the suns gold,
The wheel spun, like clockwork,
The tale of life, as nature narrates,
With each passing year, an inch stronger,
Ready to be withered by the wind again!

Withered By The Wind
Friday, September 11, 2026
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