The wind has a strong will power, in ire

It blows out the earthen lamp bright,

In a gentle mood, becomes vital in keeping

An almost dying candle restored and alight.

I love the pleasant and temperate wind

Passing through my tresses – disheveling them,

Caressing my cheeks softly and tenderly

Also trying to lift up my long skirt by the hem.

It carries my love’s fragrance, even today,

Often knocks at my window and the door,

Sometimes it blows past my dwelling- whistling,

And teasing me like an enemy hardcore.

It does not let me forget my lost love,

Feel of his presence comes with breeze,

Which sings songs , he had crooned in solitude

And ushers hordes of lovely, romantic memories

In the rainy season when it comes brimming

With the fragrance of earth so enchanting,

Dispersing the clouds in the firmament, making

Them look like an abstract monsoon painting.

I soar high in the sky with wind under my wings

It carries me, effortlessly and elegantly upwards,

It’s a harbinger of happy and ebullient days to come,

Inspires me to write and sing like Parnassian bard.

                                                                                    ~ Sudha Dixit

                                                                                         Banagalore, India