The Winding Wind

it’s only the winding wind 
that follows the Sindh* 
like weaving twine 
all through the pind* 
looking for its 
mighty kin, 
its 
tributary twin. 

where their 
paths align 
and interwine 
rough and wavy 
trickling and thin 

knowing 
that wherein 
there is din 
there are certainly 
water-needing den-i-zens 
running along its 
splashing shoreline 
beguiled by its ripples benign 
it returns to where 
the crashing waves 
begin, began and rush ever towards time. 

Sindh – The Sindh River aka The Indus River, India

Pind – ancestral village

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “The Winding Wind

  1. Soul Walker says:

    Is it strange that I wish I had an ancestral village (or knew something about it if I do)?

Thank you for your valuable comments! =)

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s