RADHAMANI SARMA
e North wind
The soft and harsh wind from North,
Its move and unrestrained move,
Again blow
blow free,
In the morn
;
I grew up in
childhood
Memories, sad
moments
At times merry, sober,
Sad, a
vision of gloom,
All again in
me embedded
By North
wind’s blow and sweep;
I envy Winds’
blow impartial
A spirit
planned by HIS WILL;
ITS language
is a voice,
Special and appeal to me;
Its free
play in this cruel world
A stay amidst wild storms,
Rocky mountains,
hard villains,
What purpose
it serves,
As if it
mourns,
I am a mute witness
In this world where
There is no
other go
I hug thee
north wind.
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