You, Wind
Stop,stop, tugging my cloth
Bending leaves and hitting trees
Your hands pull the tree to follow
Yet it can not go with you
Stop tugging my cloth
You, i can not follow
You lash my skin with breathing whips
Scouping air as substance
To a whip, in your hands
I can not go with you
Swift unseen flight you take
You have no constant mind
Sometimes sorrow you make
And sometimes you give joy cake
Though you bring the cloud
That comes in loud
And it falls as rain
I can not follow you
Even if i but wish
Copyright © Ahmed Lawal | Year Posted 2005
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