Wind

THE WIND,

All of you know it,

Have heard about it,

The way it flows,

Through cities and suburbs,

Above the villages and rivers,

By soothing the whole environment,

The wind is magnificent, isn’t it,

On its way,

It bears fragrance,

That outspreads from flowers,

Sometimes, carries stench,

May be the most detestable stench in the world,

But it puts up with,

Whatever the thing it has to hold,

From its body,

The wind neither cries,

When it has to bear filth,

Nor enraptures,

When it is carrying odorous,

It is not unhappy at all,

When we spit on it,

Oh! It is not over happy,

When we sprinkle a perfume on it,

The wind doesn’t blame to the cause,

If the wind is stinking,

It doesn’t get over exaggerated,

If it is aromatic,

What a clean heart it possesses,

What a deep insight it has,

I can’t think of such a fresh mind,

The wind doesn’t get shocked,

It always follow the compromise,

To wrap up,

I would say,

The wind can teach,

A number of things,

To cure humans mentally,

So please my dear wind,

Flow every day to teach me,

Blow even strongly I respect you.