O, wind!
Autumn wind!
Winter, spring and summer wind!
South wind!
North, east and west wind!
How magically you do blow!
In place, in time
In out, in mind
Shaking all the branches in garden and bough
At autumn, day and night to fall all leaves
Under mist and snow
Of dead winter mid night,
Again, new leaves of the trees around
At spring late afternoon,
You raise storm in the sea
It rushes to the land to chase locality
To end lives and damage property
And distort some minds;
Especially to the mid night wind
How frequently me you beckon!
I do always awaken
I have a deep sense of your power
When you take me alone to the bower
To listen nightingales sing
To smell night queens bloom,
The humorous moon partly shines
As long as you dance
You make there a natural chance,
Nature whispers me
I can guess and take the chance
Attractive night reflects on me
I become the sick of beauty
You, mid night wind, my unseen company
I am gradually losing me in you
At each night in each season
You, mid night wind accompany me on.
Muzahidul Reza
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Especially to the mid night wind How frequently me you beckon! I do always awaken I have a deep sense of your power When you take me alone to the bower To listen nightingales sing To smell night queens bloom, The humorous moon partly shines As long as you dance You make there a natural chance, full wisdom in this stanza, thank you for this great poem
what a poem, wonderful in full wisdom, real wind is pictured in it, very attractive and interesting, it is my favorite poem
A great meaningful poem full of wisdom, romantic in theme, interesting to read, it has been my favorite one, thanks for this significant poem,10
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Especially to the mid night wind How frequently me you beckon! I do always awaken I have a deep sense of your power When you take me alone to the bower To listen nightingales sing To smell night queens bloom, The humorous moon partly shines As long as you dance You make there a natural chance, this is the great stanza of the great poem, full night nature is pictured in it