The wind bumpy,
Running down to me
Very secretly
Mused into my ears
About the waves
Of the neighbor sea:
'You must write
Without leaving any'
Why not a poem,
When I asked
'Anything, damn
But must have written'
It deftly howled.
‘Wedded to sea, that ever roars
The waves were in love
With the gentle shore;
Often came down to
Hug their dear heart throb
The sea angry, climbing up
Used to pull away the waves
Into its unfathomed depth
Only to find them run back
And cling closer to the shore ’
'Enough! Stop your writing! '
The wind roared:
'I will roam around singing
To each and all about this plot'
Hooligan wind that!
06 04 08
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rumour-2/
