Being born from roses, up to far away, flowing the winds;
Now am thinking of those people,
Whose wallets are light and heavy the minds.
Of their flats as fairy and women as heaven
Cars and keys to all these happiness counts seven
Are going to be lost in this coming sunlight of fires
Sunlight, as sharp as sister in laws’ affairs.
Flowing and blowing the winds,
With no reason, meaninglessly, in vain
Thinking I, what a clap with single handed again!
Flowing and blowing the winds, perfumed, as serpent;
Ah! I lost those golden times of mine, happy and fair!
I lost even those nests of my childhood scent;
Now, how could I catch the air?
I have finished and flown away, a whole life of mine,
Oh mother earth, in your dust and tears tastes saline!
Now, please tell me my dear!
How could I behold the air?
Rahman Henry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nonsense-rhyme-of-winds-and-air/
