The Wind


I like the wind.
That blows in hope and melancholy.
That does not care about caste;
Or is not a perverted soul.
Sometimes it’s the wind of love,
On others, it’s one of adieu.
The wind that is powerful,
To uproot men and god-men alike.
It discerns my loneliness and
Is happy at the friends I make.
It makes you forget for a moment;
The memories you wish to erase forever.
Sometimes it thrills you,
With the sweetest reminiscences you ever had.
It’s the respire of people who walked before;
Or the invisible hand that pats on your back,
And says – Never be a quitter, ever.
But I think the wind may also be lonely;
Be that as it may, it has me for comradeship,
Yesterday, Today and perhaps tomorrow.

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