The Angry Wind Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
The Angry Wind
The wind, angry, was shouting
sitting atop the hill
on a platform it made
out of withered leaves
and broken stones
it inhaled uphill
Below was a stream flowing
with its softened sound sizzling
The wind sent out
its humid waves downhill;
the stream ignored,
did not pick them up,
did not reconcile
I saw her treading up-hill
leisurely unmindful
after a comfortable bath
down the stream
adorning a smile
I saw her treading up-hill leisurely unmindful....pretty expression. Appreciated this magnificent poem. Top score!
So beautifully inked. Loved the way the beauty of nature is expressed. Nice share. Thanks.
Magnificent! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++
Such tensed moments do happen in life....waiting is indeed irritating...wind stream metaphor is beautiful....admired this write a lot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 11:42:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An excellent poem with wonderful metaphors! Angry wind and calm stream! Stream is wise enough to ignore the wind's howl and calmly walk up-hill.