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The breeze feeling its own cold
Unable to carry the frigid hold
Waiting to dump it quick and now
But still couldn’t do it anyhow
Why do I have to live with something I hate?
Is this similar to what humans call fate
I refuse to bow down, flutter and run
But that’s my basic nature how could I turn
The struggle is tough and straining
Not as easy as letting water out while it’s raining
I need to let go, the breeze whispers again
To see the clouds cracking up, and about to drain
And finally, the breeze opens itself up in the mountains, far and wide
Turning water into snow that’s beautifully white
The strain is gone but the still coldness travels
To a place down where the heat still revels
I want to stay, and be here said the breeze, for the rest of my life
Who will change the seasons then, roared the mighty sky?
And so, the breeze never stops even to rest Travelling around the world like a temporary guest
This is so serene Deepak. So beautiful!
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hey, thank you so much !!!!! 🙂
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Wow! You have quite set up an imagining journey with your words. I can visualize the beauty and serenity and power at the end.👏
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Hey, thank you so much for your kind words!!! 🙂
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सुन्दर रचना,हवा की बोली 👌
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Thank you!!! 🙂
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Its so beautiful, Deepak!
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Thank you so much Jyothi!!!
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