When Wind Tour The World

By Gulzabin Ara

It's not that roots never wonder,

They silently do! as well,

The thick brown flatter fearfully,

Humble sound thus it makes...

Wondering wind, it rests too,

Maybe, not seen in the eyes that shake unaware,

Deep down mind console it's tribe man!

Wonder what the world says,

It says, ‘Just don't bother me, I Let you in,

That's all I can do, that's All’!

The glass reflects what water moves within,

The cherries nourishing, seasons too.

‘It dried’, Thinking about the weather walking so pleasant,

Thinking the rain crumbles all dead bodies, seeds and worms within,

The roots still strong waiting since ages, to mature,

Her new born sleeping like last journey to their Home.

The Dorothea observes all happening,

The river stopped the water, the rocks carried the sunflower,

The Lavender meet the sky, her pinnate meet the highs,

The wind carries the ice, cold enough to freeze the ocean,

The ocean knows the path!!

So, it rarely responds to roar!!

By Gulzabin Ara