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Poem 3 - The Wind. By Vijay Simhadri.

The Wind

 

The wind is howling,

The wind is growling,

On this horrible day,

O wind, Oh wind go away,

On this horrible day.

 

The wind is churning,

The wind is returning,

On this horrible day,

O wind, Oh wind go away

On this horrible day.

 

Objects on the ground are flying,

People around are sighing,

O wind please depart,

Before this place comes apart.

This poem was

written when I was 8 years old.

The year then was 1987.

 

Now I am 34 years old.

 

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