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Who has seen the wind?
Neither I or you
As it blows into our lives
In myriad forms
Sometimes a breeze
Or may be a storm
Or perhaps a sweet scent
A whiff of longing
A canvas with paint
Yet, it refuses being visible
A hidden friend, or foe
Whatever be the identity
It serves the purpose
Of guiding us to our destiny.
This Poems is shared with Carry On Tuesday and the Prompt is Who has seen the wind? Neither I or you.
Wow! You have perfectly sketched the wind, an invisible entity. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sayantini ... I am glad you liked it :-)
DeleteYou are a dab hand at poetry!
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A beautiful metaphor. Loving your poetry. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank You Ermie :-)
Delete"Whatever be the identity
ReplyDeleteIt serves the purpose
Of guiding us to our destiny."
Loved it!
Thank You Kiara :-)
DeleteThis blows me away!
ReplyDeleteThanks Belva :-)
DeleteThis was incredibly beautiful, so well done!
ReplyDeleteThank You Josie :-)
DeleteIndeed wind braces us up...its exhilarating, refreshing, aromatic...wow !! What a beautiful piece, Green Speck. I loved this!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Panchali :-)
DeleteBeautiful rendition...reminds of of the song , Wind of Change by Scorpion.
ReplyDeleteI loved these lines:
"Sometimes a breeze
Or may be a storm
Or perhaps a sweet scent"
keep it up !
Thank You Sanghamitra :-)
DeletePerfect!.....great insight.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sreeja :-)
DeleteLovely poem...
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Thank You Gautami :-)
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