The Wind

The Wind

Wind is the one who can bring back
The years rolled in one’s prime,
No other thing can do but wind.
Each single year we’ve seen feels us back
T’is merely the wind of that particular wind
That felt we in our prime.
Whether the sweet jargonig of birds
That makes the heavens mute,
Or the singing monsoon rains
That inspire the buds to dance
And quench the earth’s ears thirst,
No other thing can do but wind.

Wind is a hope for a dying one,
For him who has forsaken all his will,
For him who is drowning in the water
Would any blade of grass may save his life.
Wind perches in nests, in earth’s womb
For seeds to grow, and in firmament
That the clouds will melt on to us,
In fire that blows its flames sharp
And in waters, to let it go forth
On the voyages of new land shores.

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About Jagdish Singh Ramana

Jagdish Singh Ramana is born on July 01, 1998 in Sriganganagar(Rajasthan) to a peasant Mr. Gurbaksh Singh and Mrs. Amarjeet Kaur. Masters in English Literature from Maharaja Ganga Singh University,Bikaner. He is a keen lover of Persian and Urdu poetry and History. He writes Persian and Urdu poetry with the nom de plume of 'Bekhabar-Khoshdil'(بی خبر خوشدل) literary means 'Ignorant cherished or happy heart'and in Punjabi 'Vadhu'(ਵਾਧੂ) means an 'Extra' or 'Good for nothing'.He is a translator in five languages and Well-versed in Punjabi;Hindi;Urdu;Persian etc. "Sometimes solitude is not silence and clamour is not noise." Growing my heart for poetic reflections....

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