THE CRUEL KIND WIND

Hello there,

I am uploading one of my favourite poems as my first post to my blog. It is titled-"The cruel kind wind".The wind has always been my friend,I have tried to express my feelings about wind in this poem. It is indeed my friend...  I have always loved the feeling when that cool breeze brushed against my cheek and I close my eyes trying to capture it...

But of course it cannot be captured... it is too beautiful to be confined within my little mind...

And so my words have tried to capture it as I explore what it means to different people...is he friendly to all?

What are your feelings about these special gifts of nature...what do they say to you?

Do feel free to share your thoughts.....

PS:It is the longest poem I have written as of now..It was written on one of those cool windy days while I was attending(perhaps not attending..;) )my math class....

                                                THE CRUEL KIND WIND

         

                      He blew along in the winter cold

                      Howling through the streets came he...

                       With him the green boughs swirled around

                        And the mother clutched the infant closer,

                        and draped her with a cloth around.

                      Was she afraid ?

                        That he might hurt,

                         her infant...

                         As delicate as a rosebud was she

                          She clutched the child

                           close to her breast 

                             Perhaps to warm her,

                             with the love of the mother's heart 

                              that beat!

                             

                       Twisting and twirling he came along,

                        he came along to me,

                          The scent of the flowers had he carried along

                          And lovingly had he embraced me....

                 

                           The fear of the mother 

                           I didn't feel 

                            I welcomed him with a smile,

                            Ah yes! He was a visitor who would carry my sorrows 

                              and leave me happy ...

                               for a while.

                               I breath in and the scent of the flowers

                                immersed in me,

                                 His cool touch made me close my eyes and I 

                                  spread my arms out wide!

                                   And in rhythm 

                                     had the green trees swayed

                                      Like me,did it swing its arms.

                                     And dance to the rhythm of music

                                       that my friend's arrival made.

                                      The mother and the infant,

                                        were nowhere to be seen

                                         As down the street had she paced.. .

                                          My eyes now,fell upon a bitch

                                          On a tattered sack she lay

                                          With her the pups had huddled

                                           and shiver when my friend made his way.

                                           He touches my face

                                            and my curls danced along with him.

                                             With him I wanted to flow away...

                                                Flow away with him,

                                                through the valleys and with him I 

                                                would journey through the skies...

                                               With him I would pluck the fragrance of the roses

                                                And kiss the bees goodbye!

                                              I felt my worries flow way with him

                                              But what had the mother thought?

                                              Had she not thought about the valleys

                                               Or the cool touch,that

                                                with him he had brought?

                                        

                                              Had she not paused

                                               but haste along the street?

                                                 With the infant held in those arms...

                                                  whose breath to her was the cool breeze 

                                                   And the beat of that delicate heart

                                                   THE RHYTHM THAT MADE HER STRIDE ALONG....

THANK YOU

(written on the 4th of Feb 2013)