Calm of The Blowing Whistles

Mesmerized by this charm that gently sweeps
Beyond the bounds of my thoughts
Of what a hold on it thou keep
Soaring dreams silently perch again at apex spot

Though it seems a calm and quiet spell
Amidst a roaring silence through this deep ravine
Though silently these raindrops fell
But, been long for this flood Divine

The stampede of a million stallions
Full galloping nor bridles drawn
Now made it brittle
All In the calm of the Blowing Whistles
That silently have like a cancer grown !