Can you give me
a handful of tireless wind?
There is no contagious germ
No deep of sigh of remonstration
...
Like a wounded shadow
I’m walking on right or on left
And backward or forward
However I’m in motion,
...
Nobody knows what mystery
This heart carries like subterranean river
From dawn to dusk
And dusk to dawn,
...
A Handful Of Tireless Air
Can you give me
a handful of tireless wind?
There is no contagious germ
No deep of sigh of remonstration
Of any widow
No sound of treadle of dust
Imbued with agonized tears,
No hopeless cry of the new born child!
Can you give me such
tireless wind? where
is no cold touch of breath
of any forlorn lover’s
……………..