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.