Whistling In the Wind
You walk on the green mountain road
the winds brushing your face for long,
whisper in the ear the sound in a code
reaching your heart it becomes a song.
The song you whistle lonely in the wind
wraps the pine leaves with your music,
goes rolling to the valley bottom to find
the core of blowing wind’s heart mystic.
Whistling in the wind isn’t an effort futile
for it transforms the whisper into a song,
drapes the mountain in music for a while
returns the song to where it truly belongs.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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