So Soft The Air Blows Poem by lalitha iyer

When the wounded cries
in silent groans
unable to sound
the syllable aloud
then the air blows softly
lest it hurts the poor soul
with the dust and sundry toll.

When Secret is whispered
and mystery is messaged
and hearts think hooded
lest others hear it crowded
there the air blows soft
lest the new spread wide
and sacred vows break aside

The air is very serene and slow
when angels dance in the eye brows
lest they tamper with the looks
and sicken the hankering wicks
flickering in the mansions within
that seek to attach some inherent will
to the solace of the seeking drill.