POETIC BLUES: SAJITHA WRITES, WHERE THE WIND COME FROM AND WHERE THE WIND GOES ?

Does anyone know?

Where the wind come from

And where the wind goes?

It's everywhere..

Flying as fast as it can,

 I couldn't get a hold of it Not if I ran..

Flowers and leaves dance on its tune,

whether its dawn dusk or at noon,

Why couldn't I listen its rhythm and rhyme?

Why Am so deaf, dumb and blind..

But if I stop holding my heart so tight,

It would sing with the wind day and night,

Both holds the same storm inside!!

Will go together far and wide...

So then I could tell where the wind goes!!

But where it comes from Nobody knows....!!

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BY

SAJITHA S. NAIR

COPYRIGHT TO POETESS SAJITHA S. NAIR