The Happy Wind Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Over the mustard fields where
The yellowish flowers bloom and flourish
The cool wind does not forget to tarry
And with caressing touch let the flowers nourish

Over the serpentine streams
That flow lazily creating a musical sound
The cool wind gives a loving touch
And in boundless mirth moves round and round

Over the deep mango grove
The wind tarries to smell the raw flowers
It then flows towards the garden
To tease restive butterflies flitting over bowers

Over the clusters of huts it stays
To watch the country folks work and sleep
As darkness falls across the lands
The happy wind moves towards the ocean deep