The Wind Waits
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The wind is westward bound
Shaking the branches and caressing
The sleepy flowers, makes an eerie sound
The wind tarries over the dale
Catching scents of ripening crops
Sucking up quickly the mist's smoky trail
The wind vanishes after a day
Behind the hills it hides and growls
Waiting for the spring to return and play
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