The wind

NafisaSB

I blow and blow with all my might

Under the hot sun’s piercing rays

I rarely stop even at night

 I blow throughout the humid days

 

I make the sand fly through the desert

Till the travelers’ steps are measured

For between them, the time is treasured

They have no time, that can be leisured

 

I shriek, I scream

I scare the meek

I exert all strength

Till I am weak…

 

I play my pranks all day long

And sing a breezy, windy song

And though I know my pranks are wrong

I’ll still play them while I’m strong……

  • Author: safina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 28th, 2023 00:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Caring dove

    Great writing ! Nicely expressed poem ..

    And yes the wind can be annoying sometimes .. but maybe it knows no other way .. just like some of us don’t know how to be any different

    • NafisaSB

      thanks for the feedback
      when it is gently brushing your cheeks, you want it to keep caressing you, but when it is in one of its tempestuous rages , one definitely gets upset.
      by the way whenever i see your profile [used to be yellow rose] i am reminded of the song 'the yellow rose of texas'
      cheers



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