Saturday, March 17, 2012

110.The wind

The wind moves from place to place,
Touches whatever falls in its way,
The flower gives it fragrance in return,
The thorn pricks it in vain.


Garbage gives stink to the wind
Which carries it with poise,
But sheds it when it can
For something better to spread and share.


The pond, the river, the ocean - 
The wind takes coolness from all,
Relentless it moves, tireless it works,
It bothers not who gives it what.

3 comments:

Indrani said...

Good one Omkar!

R. Ramesh said...

brilliant yar..:)

Sai Charan said...

Wind obliges every request without any discrimination!

Very beautiful poem, selflessness and of the wind is explained so well!! :)