The wind blew in our direction, shadows played <br />It is the eyes that lacked the answers, in the contrast <br />At the eye of it all I knew my borders when the sun blazed <br />The morning sun went quickly, the noon would soon come <br />There was wind in the hair, my thoughts fell into the skin <br />When everything happened nothing actually occurred. <br />Up there the cosmic egg flickered beyond the trees <br />The blue emitted golden rays in the silky clouds there <br />As if I could collect all that in my past canvas bags. <br />Yesterday morning a little bird shrieked on the wire <br />My garden was full of them and under them, below the wires <br />Meanwhile the loops continued endlessly in my mind <br />While the summer season seemed to be undecided <br />When the monsoon would begin in the salt water and hills <br />And journey across the mountains and windy coconuts. <br />My words are silly giggling girls playing in the moon <br />Together they do not sing but hum like the pipal leaves <br />When the wind comes from across the the distant hills.<br /><br />Jagannath rao Adukuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-53/
