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the poem results from a solitary windy evening on the roof top..

the poet feels an urge to speak to the wind..

the majesty of your own span
you carry away the clouds
for they are dark

and you bring new ones,
for,they bear drops of life
and a silver line..

you punish when you blow the roof
and you bless the traveller
when you shade the sun's gare..

you are life for the crew
seeking ultimate destination,
out on the voyage of life..

you represent strength
that transforms into
the ametuer's vigour..

the wind,you rewind
memories,aspirations and dreams.
you've been the only excuse
to a learner escaping history..

you've rewarded the grass
and you've made the pride
of the palm fall-bow or break..

you've obviously
a deep perception of values and human..

yet time and again
you've spoilt the meticulously
decorated roof top,
broken flower pots..


agrading and eroding..
putting earth into earth however..