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 was 1987.
Now I am 30 years old.
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