Wind

O, what art thee, wind!
Thou hast no boundaries,
Thou are extraordinary,
Thou hast moods,
When Gentle and Calm,
Are Soothing and Charm;
When Angry and Furious,
Thou are victorious!

Thou bring the clouds,
And shower the parched Earth,
Bring farmer their merriment and mirth.
Thou sail the seas, fill the sails,
Without thy blessings,
The merchants do not have trades.

In a tempest, thy growl;
Thou Anger are limitless;
Devastating –
Turning the land lifeless,
I bow to thee.

Keep blowing, keep moving,
Thou instruct and say –
“Else you will destruct”

Thou bring the scent –
Of blood and war –
And also
Of the dream woman afar,
A harbinger and messiah –
No one at par,
I bow to thee.