It is a spontaneous overflow of poetic expressions.

thoughts

The Whistling Wind.

The wind blows

With a bristle and a drizzle

came the wind with a whistle

hiding behind the thistle

blowing without any hassle

hurting none in the nestle

easing out nothing in the tussle

went away in a fizzle.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood