A living series talk- GS.Subbu

Source: A living series talk- GS.Subbu

The Song of the Wind

Source: The Song of the Wind

The Song of the Wind

 I seek the secrets of the soul,

That sang the song of the wind

As it blew its way through the holes                                                               

In the bamboo shoots, whistling,

Sometimes moaning a soulful tune,

And the wayfarer stops to listen and search

For the melancholic maiden

Among the gently swaying tall grass,

You drift away with the wind,

An apparition, a distant dream,

Beckoning me to your folds,

As I stand enraptured and alone.