Wind
A force very real,
Whose heart is clear,
Into the earth who care,
For all whose foot are bare.
It takes any to any,
Place to place,so many,
Touch makes you panic,
For the last touch's kick.
It relieves us from heat,
With strength strike it
Hair beautiful of lady fly high,
Beauty spreads over sky.
Nests shake, without a break,
Singing for the birthday cake.
Out comes the science man,
To see wind mill generate.
by:-
vrushani thaker
Copyright © Vrushani Thaker | Year Posted 2010
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