August 4, 2010

The gust of the autumn wind

Slowly trespassing through the meadow,
I feel the stillness of the earth,
As if time has stopped by,
And the world snoozing with ease,
I savoured the charm of autumn,
Embracing my being,
As the zephyr turned as a silhouette of nature,
I stopped awhile to feel its presence,
The trees stood motionless sheltering the birds,
And the sun ensuing towards its home,
Ignorant of the upcoming wind,
I start feeling the bliss of amity,
As the sudden storm eclipsed upon,
The silence deceased instantly,
Birds ascended towards their nest,
Somewhere drifted apart the clouds,
The howl that replicated the ire,
Nudged against the tranquillity of the soil,
A guest for a moment or so,
The wind horrified the feeling of earth.
And I slowly moved aside,
Evading from the gust of its heart.

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