GUSHING MEADOWS
Swirling across the hills ,
Gushing across the meadows
I flow,
Knocking on the doors,
Carrying a tint of warmth
Every door through
I flow,
Look what I found , you or someone else !!!
Miserable, happy , sick,
Laughing , crying , through you
I flow,
Is this the beginning or an end
Look what I found , you or someone else!!!
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Author:
_jyotsna27 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The poem depicts wind in a third person's perspective, where the wind realizes, how human is so engrossed among themselves that the hardly care of what they are .
- Category: Short story
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