Poetry

The Wind

A spirited wind once in a lawn,
Breathed life to flurry dawn;
Gladly embracing all and sundry,
Leaves and flowers cuddling dearly;

Moved me back from the lane of memory,
The refresh graze made soul lively;

Might  have touched the lands unknown,
Lonely woods, the river’s flow;
Steep hills and lofty skies,
From where the homeless wind flies?

Ploughing fields, meadows green,
Fairy land ,promised world unseen;

And where the autumn leaves sigh,
Where the withered ashes lie;
Thinking so, Innerself out cried,
Spark of eyes ,in a moment died;

Should ask her to knock door heavenly,
Where dear departed rests calmly;
Unsaid love and word  I enfold,
Hope the wind will carefully hold;

Before I address to conveyor,
The wandering wind was no more there;
Unheard messages leaving behind,
The travelling wind turned so unkind;

Chirping birds picked me from thoughts profound,
From air to the world of lost and found;

Now It was me unlike still leaves,
With woven thoughts I perceive.

                                                      ~Falak Siddiqui

                                                        Gurgaon, India

One Comment

  1. O K R Sivagnanam

    Thoughts need not fear their spread, for the ever vigilant and busy winds will undoubtedly come to their rescue, and deliver inatantly to the destination planned!