The wind that blew

By: Subhadeep Bhattacharjee

The wind that blew

 

From the direction unknown 

 

Made the dried flowers to renew, 

 

Even the hill o'er me who was like a stone 

 

Budged into the high wind and diminished slowly 

 

The water of the rivers too showed their caper, 

 

And made the ocean trimmed wholly

 

It looked as all were its labour. 

 

 

 

It rushed about all the stuff as pup

 

To make the things pitter

 

It was like a welkin , 

 

But the wind didn't stand up;

 

Because of our silly mistakes to make it embitter

 

And thus, the wind could not make it to help in.