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As the title suggests it is about air. What did it do when it is furious. And what happens when it is calm.


Submitted:Oct 26, 2011    Reads: 12    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


AIR

Here there and everywhere;

We can't see but feel air.

Sometime fast and sometime slow;

Sometime it stops and refuses to go.

Sometime it blow and blow;

And forgets how to go slow.

Life is impossible without air;

In this universe it is rare.

It works tirelessly day and night;

Into the sky it takes our kite.

Somewhere it breaks trees;

Somewhere it went as breeze.

When it is furious it crates a mess;

The board is left empty where two are playing chess.

When it is calm;

There is no harm.

But the earth gets warm;

So, air is a charm.

(SHEIKH IMAD UL ISLAM)





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