The wind is slow and cold
The clouds are fast and dark
The city is quiet and deserted
It's where I stand.Then, the wind is fast; not as cold
The clouds light and steady
The city is busy; not as quiet
HereToday, there is no wind; calm
There are no clouds; sky beautifully blue
The city is no more; am in love with the village
Here I stand.I stand, again and again to look
I do move again and again
Every now and then
But, am just a traveller.
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Poetry of the Ivory
PoetryThe book is of new original poems by a poet. The poems focus on everyday issues and the world that we live in.