Oh youthful wind do pause a while -
let us sit, do talk and share a smile.
I hear the rustling; Are you muttering?
What is it that you keep on uttering?
I knew you have travelled distant lands -
witnessing history mingling in the sands.
You have breathed life everywhere -
in blooms, in perishes in our sphere.
Your aura was felt dangling from a tree -
like a rustic, the fierceness of being free.
Now on earth I lie with my old friends -
my time is over, but yours never ends.
Prasenjit©2023
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