Two Types Poem by shafeeqrahman rahman

Skies are of two types,
Pale blue as a piece of paper
And that penetrates the earth crest
When lightning strikes as arrow.

Winds are of two types
One sucks nectar of flower lips
And that uproots whole universe
In rigorous pace and loud.

Memories are of two types,
Old tales, unrecalled and settled,
And that hurts the solitude hearts
With its wild and sharp thrones

Words are of two types
One that slips from tender lips,
And that like furious fires out of
Ashes that disturbs the nights.

Poems are of two types
that not longs over the print
and that longs and stands trough
generations over and over, triumphant