the wind is calling me
from a way away
persuading me to fly with it
across the oceans
crossing the deep blue waters
carrying the salty moist laden vapours
with a fury and frame most strong
depositing them into the place it lands
resting there for a while in the still silence
again collects its momentum with a force
then blows across the opposite direction
raging in violence bringing the sky down
with that it enters another region in the sphere
completely tamed down and quiet
flowing like a cast away
ending up meekly and demure
looking as though it is paying its obeisance .
Meenas Poems 