The wind is a song pleasing
with a breeze blowing gently
humming into your ears
passing through your face
making your hair fly
and you enjoy the soft blow,
The wind also is a song of anger.
as a storm blowing fiercely
upsetting every other on the way
destroying the ambience
killing a few in its ferocious blow
devastating the lives of many.
The wind blows sad
with the haunting sound
penetrating through the trees
making the leaves rustle in melancholy
more or less echoing like a cry
as though emanating from the wilderness.
The bellows of the instruments
derive their music from the wind
with the flute and harmonica
along with the trumpet and saxophone
with clarinet and the Indian 
that work on the wind’s technique.
Meenas Poems 