Winds Blow Into My Face

Why does the wind blow in my direction?
It is due to times of change and management.
My cells in the brain offer me praise
When winds collapse on the very skin.
Then they lie cold on it, filling me with strength,
So that preservation is an ownership.
A sister and brother are blown away,
But their parents hold their layers, much like success.
These dreams are purchased by landowners
Of the delicious earth.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!