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THE WIND OF AUTUMN


THE WIND OF AUTUMN 
                 (WHO SHE IS)

AUTHOR NOTE :-


The poet has written this poem for a woman, appears to be a reflection on self-empowerment and staying true to one's identity. Poet encourages  her to be like the wind in autumn, rare and distinct, and to be a self-blooming flower with pure fragrance. It emphasizes the importance of not letting external influences and vulture tear her away and fade her's inner light and individuality. and ensure her to be there for her when needed . The poem urges her to remember her worth and not wither for the expectations of others. It suggests being a free, untouchable spirit and letting one's shine make a difference to others                                   ✍️Nitesh


POEM



she is the wind of autumn
blowing rarely at spring will
she is the the flower 
blooming out for herself

Remember who you are
Petals with the purest fragrance
never let the sunshine fade you away
you are the sunshine yourself.




Other may look for you
you maybe the flower
they looking for
But dnt ever withered for them


with all the courage 
you are the master of yourself
They may try to tear you away
On summer season; wind may not be there



Be a free bird 
screeching around untouchable sky
Dear you have already blossom for yourself
this times let's your shine make them all difference.


     
                         Thank you !!


TRANSLATION
Autumn wind??? Because its the strongest wind of all season

Spring will ? Spring is the season of desire..and everyone keeps willing about spring change

Petals? Petal is the colourful part of flower like ur personality ani purest fragrance??it is the fragrance of good of your inner innocence soul

Sunshine?? Sunshine is the illusion of outer world maybe deception world wanted to create on you me  all of us

other? The people who wanted to overcome you ..those people who affect you in ur life

withered ? Lets not their behaviour affect you
u r the master of yourself

Wind blows weakest in the summer season where as strongest wind blows in autumn 

Wind? People who admire you people who support you

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