kids right there,
not chasing colored flies..
kites in air
not kissing skies
the standstill flowers,
wait of chimes for hours
beauty's calm curl
the lethargic whirl...
sheep moves slowly
shepherd too,
and the melodious reapers
in meager,
all in chorus, all in chorus;
where has all the winds gone? ?
ijlal haider
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-has-all-the-winds-gone/
