THE WIND

Oh! Wind Oh! Wind where are you going?
Now and then why are you roaring?
Hastily come down from the hill,
Without your existence the world, nil.


Meekly touch the maid’s rosy tender cheek,
On the huts roofs, with your tongue don’t angrily lick;
What are you whispering in the leaves ear,
Seldom your presence, to us ,very fear;


Why are leaping over the green land?
Do you penetrate into particles of sand?
I like you very much when you are cold,
Then you make me glad gold;


Please pacify the grief of old mother
She lost her only son who is an army soldier;
Mirthly accost the delicate lips of the baby ,
Will you join with the buzz of honey-bee?


Oh! Wind Oh! Wind comedown from the hill,
Without your existence the world nil.

29.11.1991.

G. MURALI. M.A.