Wind

Wind short poem

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The value of wind is known,
When it is hot and humid.
The value of friendship is known,
When the Friend is gone forever.
The value of Money is known,
When all squandered and none left.
The value of parents is known,
When they leave this Abode.
The value of Rain is known,
When there is water scarcity.

So like this all is known,
When we have the need for it.

Globe is full of all facilities,
Which man should make use of.
And not waste anything ever,
Or else he will suffer forever..

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Well. I am interested in Carnatic Music. Used to be a vociforous reader in Tamil and English books and novels. Compose English Poems at times.
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J.rid
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Yes that is so true there is a song about (you don,t miss it til its gone) Human nature I suppose then as we get older we think. I enjoyed reading your poem.

Sahana
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Very insightful, and valuable words, well written Sir.

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