before the evening, the south wind blows over the indian sub-continent to make people to forget the suffering of hot day.
as if someone touched gently with soft hands.
make me light, fly me high , i want to fly.
so cold touched melted my heart.
the South blows from far over the indian ocean carrying cold water to quench the the thirst of earth.
she sings slowly Wherever she goes.
everyone is moved by her sweet slow soft singing.
she walks slowly shaking the trees leaves of the wood.
happy and fresh she looks, goes that way.
©subirmitra
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