I keep silence
And listen to the whispering
Of the cool wind
Its many tales
Brought from distant lands
Its brave encounters
With blood sucking mountains
And bizarre terrains
With feral seas and oceans
Its love for freedom
To flow where it wishes to
I love the rhythm
Of its tune
And with it my thought flies
Like a free bird
Unafraid of obstacles
I can feel myself moving with the words as I read this poem. I'm not sure if I am the wind or the bird. Fascinating!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another fine write from you Anil x