Run, Run, Run
run, run run with me,
along the meadows
over the boundless sea.
Give a twist to dance
as a whirl-
to roam in trance.
Call the rain and
change their course,
to drip in desert sand.
Rush to the tress,
to move their branch,
to cool them with breeze.
I am wind but I
don't uproot the forests.
like to bloom buds and fly!
poem by Nilakshi Das
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.