Meenas PoemsThe blow of wind
gushes through
one of its kind
never be true .
The blow of wind
strikes through
one of its place
never be true.
The blow of wind
enfolds you through
one of its race
never be true.
The blow of wind
raises you afloat through
one of its trace
never be true
The blow of wind
raises you to a trance through
one of its excess
never be true.
The strong wind came with a force
struck the land in course
ravaged for a few hours
every other thing went into covers
there was silence all through after
the wind subdued and blew softer
similar to the wind acts the mind
it blows fiercely in a kind
disturbs and dissuades for a time
turbulent it turns with a chime
then settles down all too submissive
so that be the case all too inclusive
a high and a low all too common
well, that is how it is is it not fun?
Up goes the wind
striking in a kind
brush past the face
almost in an accelerated phase
with a hurt to the eyes
and a turn with the flies
away it goes in a speed
disenchanting in a deed
the winds could be both
a blizzard with a toll
a breeze from the poles.
that be the experience in all
with a rise and a fall.
The wind blows
not with a striking force
smothers with kiss
.
I watch through the window
see a bright sun out
With all enthusiasm, I go out
and get stuck by a wind flow.
The sun is there in full
It is radiant and nice
Yet, it is chill in ties
the winds bring the cool.
Heard, that the sun scorches
it beats the elements in the strength
but it is a falsity in length
as winds excel in few pockets.
I perceive the force of winds
not alone in speed as of earlier
I experience the biting cold’s succour
as they flow through the fore and hind.
I pity you, the great golden Sun
You, who I thought was unsurpassable
appear sheepish here in all possible
Well, that is also a part of fun.
Gone with a wind
no remnants of any 
kind
to hold us in bind
as they are well behind.
No trace of them whatsoever
forgotten forever
think of them never
then you become clever.
Flown by the storm
they are without a form.
lie in the infinity calm
inflict no harm.
Past is very far away
no remorse be in the way.
go ahead in gay
that be the path always.
he wind blows with a sound
it is terrific in the round
hissing and wheezing it takes off
storming and roaring it progresses
whining and whimpering it ends
the wind then blows off.
The branches of trees swirl fast
the leaves fall down in a rustle
the place is strewn with twigs
comes down the rain in a drizzle
a welcome shower to drench with cheer.
The rain starts with a rhythmic chant
the tiny drops fall with a poise
followed by the big drops on the field
it picks up speed with an enchanting prowl
the lovely pour down appears fantastic.
The parched land seems to brighten
enlivened by the ripples of the rain
the tumultuous showers
enliven the soil
the fecundity is aroused with force
there all along are signs of prosperity
significant and symbolic of growth.
A calm wind
flew through from the hind
in an engulf
The pleasure experienced
was beyond any feel described
a comfort 
non pareil.
The days fly away.
The leaves fall down,
The winds surge above.
The thoughts range behind,
There is a movement always
whatever be the posture
there be an up and down
that of a sideways expanse too.
The revolution of the earth around the sun.
The rotation of the earth on 
its own axis .
The waning and waxing of the moon
all tell us about the motion
The waves coming in and going out
The sky clear turning cloudy.
The day becoming night,
all tell us about the changes routine.
The physic robust tending to become weak.
The youth in form aging to old in frailty
That be the nuances of transition
implying an intrinsic worth and flight
The wind blows
with the rustle and bustle
at times gentle 
bringing cheer
realising great cheer and hope
at times fierce raising a disaster
releasing great fear and harm
there being two sides for everything
a good and bad
the head and tails in the coin
which represents the best
which stands for worst
we know not in full strength.
The face have two sides
one reflecting the genial
the other depicting the devil.
Well, that be the reason for all
having two sides in all
one for you and one for me
so goes the expression
with a plausibility and impossibility
with a shine and a fade
that be the facets we perceive
being a regular strand of life.
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