Cunning WindA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueWind most of the time is a blessing, But now and then its nature gets renovated, Acting like an uncontrollable being, Moving violently toward the rear and ahead.
This is what the cunning wind is like, Nothing can put a stop to its route, Even the Great Wall of China can’t stop its strike, Earning the name of a powerful brute.
The cunning wind is both present and absent, A mechanism to pacify it is yet to invent! © 2014 Md. Ziaul Haque |
StatsAuthorMd. Ziaul HaqueSylhet, BangladeshAboutMd. Ziaul Haque is originally from Zakiganj, Sylhet, Bangladesh. He is a poet, epic writer, writer, academic, thinker, songwriter, short story writer, reviewer, columnist, essayist, researcher and sch.. more..Writing
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