COLLECTION 1
WINDS AND MELODIES
BOOK 1
THOUGHTS
1. The rain arrives
Streams and rivers that glow in sun,
And shimmering lakes that glitter
Sweeps from heaven the whistling wind,
And clouds in the sky loiter.
Nature grows when wild and gay
When storm rave all around
The clouds clap there thunder loud,
Damp is the earth when found.
Whence winds that whistles in the fields;
And rustle the fallen leaves
When plough man is glad of his toil,
The tailor-bird; its nest weaves.
2. The clouds rain
Oh! Clouds that race across,
Have many-many tales to tell.
Did where had they seen
Or where did they fell.
Nature’s singers sing her praise
Every eve’ or morn’ that passes,
Increases the beauty of nature
As the rain give washes.
Nature’s smile is cute beauty;
Smiling beauties are cute,
O! Heavenward rising wind,
Gladdening the heart of brute!
3. Water drops
Drops are always rained,
Or rains are always dropped,
In the field of world,
Thoughts that ripe-are always cropped.
Not clouds only rain,
Or eyes only weep,
Sometimes eyes are waterfalls
Sometimes feelings are neap.
This path on which we go,
Must be thoughts of; with care,
When we carry on and know,
There is no friend on the path, anywhere!
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4. Life in other forms
There are winds in the life,
Of many different form,
Life is music, in music,
Sad tunes are norm.
Some of the winds blow very tight
The wind, then breeze and gale,
Cannot understand they, alas!
In their pride‘s ale.
When tears flow in garden of life,
A smile is blossomed.
Pains are innumerable in numbers
Happiness has to be summed!
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5. When we live
We all live our lives,
And that we can say,
The life that is full of happiness thorns,
Will bear roses surely one day.
But we nurture it,
With waters of our eyes
And nutrients of our heart,
Amidst where does it lies.
We all love to live,
And that before a cent,
We had never lived to love,
When our burning souls repent!
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6. Tiring life
Amidst the cries of sorrows,
We forget to hear our laugh,
And saying that we are tired enough,
And our lives must be off.
“Not free now”, echoes everywhere.
Not listening to musical life,
Winds that stormed also whistle,
Lamps even shine in grief!
The path that is to be followed,
Never had a fixed end,
Our actions are the living keys,
Once broken can not be mend!
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7.life is an enemy
Could these threads bind your soul?
The threads of cobwebs!
Enemy of life is life,
It stabs itselves.
We will have to leave all this
Or at least one day, the life will stab you,
So why not today!
We know what can be better for us,
For one is a creator,
And also know the ways that can,
Make us much more better.
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