Cunning Wind

Wind most of the time is a blessing,

But now and then its nature gets renovated,

Acting like an uncontrollable being,

Moving violently toward the rear and ahead.

 

This is what the cunning wind is like,

Nothing can put a stop to its route,

Even the Great Wall of China can’t suspend its strike,

Earning the name of a powerful brute.

 

The cunning wind is both present and absent,

A mechanism to pacify it is yet to invent!

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