A Whrillwind
It was a dark n cold night
When me n Sara woke at night
In search of windmill
With a great whirlwind
Started car, Sara drove the car
Starling starts moving round our car
We speedup the race
And went in grace
Stop as wind stops
N We went on crops
Farmer's s son was finished
He cried like a lion
We were staring at entire scene
We kept silent at this
It makes our memories grill
It was just near the windmill
poem by Fatima Obaid
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