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
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!