Wind on the Hill…

-Master AaryanGajula 8D


No one can tell me,

Nobody knows,

Where the wind comes from,

Where the wind goes.


It is flying from somewhere,

As fast as it can,

I couldn’t keep up with it,

Not if I ran.


But if I stopped holding,

The string of my kite,

It gets blown away with the wind,

From left to right.


And then I found it,

When it blew,

I should get to know that the wind,

Had been going there too.


So then I could tell everyone,

Where the wind goes,

But where the wind comes from,

Still nobody knows.


I can stand still not figure it out,

Where the wind comes from.

Nobody can tell me,

As nobody knows.                                                             –