The Wind Passing By'

By Vrinda

hey passing bothered wind, tell me all that you are burying inside you, I breathe something troublesome let know if all that I think is true; is it the war wavering your hue, bomb barding, revenge, threats, is all of this new to you? blissful were the chirping of birds, the silent gaze of the morning and evening Sun, sounds of the cascade and the teeming mountain tops from dusk till dawn, the wars seized this beauty of the nature, this grave used to be a lawn;

the fierce rage in the eyes of the wrecker, the innocent souls that died were forever Heather; it has had nothing to gain but to loose so far, I wish beloved wind that you could stop the war; passing wind don't mind the wars, keep moving like you usually do, these wars won't ever stop until the world pulls down, but life is difficult without you!

By Vrinda