CIRCLES
We as does the wind
keep circling
as whirl winds
at times very cold
slowly warming till we hasten circling
what the wind
no no no
ourselves all should by now know
circling makes us all glow
we like the Thames Nile and other rivers flow
then off we go to blow
as the wind often whistles
does follow
but loud
not soft
so lie low
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I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant work.....thank u, dear poet...