Whispering Winds
Chasing the sky, high up I fly
Trailing the moon beams I walk
The nightingale sings melodies on the way
Dripping honey, I sweetly talk.
Up above the mountains I move
In the plains, I run along
The colourful butterflies give me company
The brimming rivers sing a song.
I come close to your ears
Whispering an interesting tale
The tale of two fascinating cities
Spinning a yarn while I sail.
I reside in the melodious way
Of the dangling lovely wind chimes
Every time you pass by it
I jingle singing thousand times.
I can be a cheerful fellow
Who likes to gag and play
I can turn umbrellas inside out
And also blow men’s hats away.
When in a fantastic mood
I heave a liberated cool sigh
When anger overcomes me
I blow hot and high.
I am the ever moving wind
Knowing no limit or boundaries
Hovering over vast oceans
I drift between distant countries.
Listen closely to me
I am the sound of rustling leaves in the trees
Across the silvery skies I move on
Dancing and writing beautiful poetries.
Copyright © Ipshita Sengupta | Year Posted 2018
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