The Wind Poem by Valsa George
The Wind
I hear the whispering of a wind from the hills
It comes down tickling the woodland rills
From far is heard the frightened murmur of leaves
As the wind pounces on them like wayside thieves
It shakes the branches of flowering trees
And their weak petals drop like confetti in the breeze
Over hills and trees it loves to stray
Always in motion and never inclined to stay
Wind moves unhampered over streams and field
As they give no resistance, but to its might simply yield
Like a child, it romps over the sloppy meadows
And to its gentle touch dances the gleeful flowers
It pleats the blue chiffon of the ocean
Sometimes curling the waves in electric motion
Over the sea it runs puffing up the sails
And over the sky, heaping the clouds in bales
Sometimes it steals furtively like a lover
And disappear kissing our cheeks under cover
Often it comes capering with a lilt and a swing
We feel delighted when we hear its merry song
Though like a nomad, it roams from place to place
It is always hidden mysterious from our glance
An unseen presence passing like a spirit
But always making us feel its vigorous might!
At times it gains force and roars like a beast
Felling trees and wreaking havoc with its twist
In rampage, it sweeps the sea and the ground
Triggering sparks of fear and horror all around
From hearing the whispering of the winds on hills to triggering sparks of fear and horror all around, you have very well traced the course of wind.Though we all have experienced this wind it takes only Valsa to bring about a full length lovely poem on the subject. Kodos to you, dear!
Wind is seen by its naughty touches, a beautiful poem....................10
Thank you for yet another beautiful flowing poem Valsa. Now I feel like I see the wind even though it is 'unseen'. Your many examples of its nature and influence are rich and a true pleasure to read.
Great write, Valsa-ji. You are at your best here. The wind is now bound to accompany you you as a gentle breeze wherever you go. Perhaps, I loved this most: It pleats the blue chiffon of the ocean Sometimes curling the waves in electric motion Over the sea it runs puffing up the sails And over the sky, heaping the clouds in bales ....10
Over trees and winds! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
what a lovely description of the wind with it's variance in mood what is so pleasing in imagining it! ! And a perfect rhyming makes this poem memorable with it's merit inside it. A great penning.
You capture all of the wind's many dimension from gentle breeze to hurricane force. And we have to face the truth it is just ONE GREAT THING with all of these attributes. How can we wrap our minds around something so huge and varied. Well, the answer is in your poem: you follow the course of the wind as it reveals its full reality. I especially liked the penultimate stanza in which you describe its hidden source which will ever be invisible to us. The wind will never expose itself to us entirely.
Great imagery on nature painted with wonderful words....Valsa.......one of the best I have ever read......10/10
wonderful poem! The best one I read this week. thanks for sharing. master!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 5:03:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Close observation of the nature and here the wind made into a great poem by the poet. The wind in differently behaves to nature, sometimes shakes the branches of trees, over the sky heaping the clouds in bale....great imaginations of the poet that I likes much.