Tuesday, 22 April 2014

The song of the wind

The wind whistles softly,
Over the cold sturdy rock.


The names carved in stone,
Witness of their existence.


Words assign them equal.
In graves they lie in peace.


The only companion, being 
A lone chirp of the sparrow.


Withered flowers remember, 
Aromas that honored the fallen ones.


Forgotten sighs lie,
On eternal beds of stone.


An old lament can be heard,
The lullaby the wind sings.

28 comments:

  1. Song of the wind. calm, serene, peaceful, and lonely.

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  2. ah ! so serene poem .. you brought back a memory of a poem i wrote quite back :)

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  3. Carries serenity with it...
    And the blog looks really good!

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  4. Oh wow! This was serene, pristine and beautiful. Magical! :)

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  5. . Beautifully crafted lines. 'The only companion, the chirp of the lone sparrow'..
    every line screamed!

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  6. Dismal! I can imagine graveyard and begotten people. Their unaccomplished tasks, incomplete dreams and desires. And whispers in the atmosphere. Great imagery. (y)

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    1. Exactly my thoughts as I composed it :)

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  7. Just peaceful when you read it...

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  8. Beautiful ^_^ magical as always :)

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  9. Brought about a sense of peace and calm within me. So beautiful. :)

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  10. This really spirited me away to that lonely, yet peaceful, graveyard.
    I felt soothed by the wind's soft lullaby...could stay here for hours, just listening to the birdsong.
    Oh how beautiful...:)

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    1. I'm glad..the wind does seem to sing at times. Perhaps they hold some secrets?

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  11. It is so beeeeeeeuuuuuutiful!!!!!

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