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SONG OF THE WINDS


Amidst all clatter
I hear a song.
Of the winds.
Wild, loose notes striking deep.
No words or voices clear -
Still a song
Mellifluous ,enchanting.
A song that runs into emptiness,
filling it with melody.
The song of the winds. 
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Sara said…
very well-written. :)
April 24, 2011 at 12:19 AM
neelanjana said…
That's more or less like how my state of mind has been lately. I liked that emptiness...melody part.
Nice poem and great blog!
p.s: For some godforsaken reason I just LOVE the word Mellifluous :)
April 24, 2011 at 11:49 PM
Rià said…
this was good!!
April 26, 2011 at 5:22 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Cardinal Ruby,

Thanks !
May 1, 2011 at 4:27 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Aayushi,

:)
May 1, 2011 at 4:28 PM
Anwesa said…
@ neelanjana,

Thanks !

Mellifluous sounds great, may be thats why you LOVE it.

P.S. : What's the meaning of your name ?
May 1, 2011 at 4:30 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Lil' Priya,

Thanks baby :)
May 1, 2011 at 4:31 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,

Thanks !
May 1, 2011 at 4:31 PM
Tulika Verma said…
beautiful! you are a fabulous poet!
May 4, 2011 at 10:15 AM
Anwesa said…
@ Tulika,

Thanks a lot !!
May 4, 2011 at 12:42 PM
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