When The Winds Whistled!

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Poems on Elements
Again a verse emerged from darkness in an optimistic tone.

Submitted: May 09, 2017

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Submitted: May 09, 2017



It blacked out past midnight,

And spell of sleep broke.

Twas a tropical summer,

So drenched and disgusted I woke.

Fretting at the still fan,

Spotted mango leaves histle.

So I threw open the window,

To feel the winds whistle.


Walked out to the nature,

And stood there to greet.

Embracing with a cold warm hug,

She rid me of the scorching heat.

Feeling a push hit my face,

That ran through hair as fine bristle.

In the dark, I stood blindfolded,

To feel the wind whistle.


The soothing breeze, 

The strong blows of gust.

The moisture droplets,

The texture of floating dust.

An hour passed admiring,

And dew began to mistle.

On a pavement I sat relaxing,

To feel the wind whistle.


Didn't feel like going in,

Though the power was back.

I loved the company of stars,

Twinkling through the peaceful black.

A peacock cooed far in woods,

A piece off my heart it did chistle.

I saw the dawn light for me,

Spent night feeling the winds whistle!

Lone in dark, in the lap I sat,

Scribbling down this epistle.

'Coz had lost myself to nature,

As I felt the winds whistle!


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