The Wind Blows Harder Poem by Sumali Nagarajan

The Wind Blows Harder

My back hurts most of the time
I have practically no energy
I am a convalescent
Not yet on the road to recovery.

The weather outside is beckoning
Its the month of July
The sun plays peek-a-boo
But the wind blows quite persistently.

My walking pace is slow
I need to pause every few steps
The wind blows harder
Yet lightens the load in my chest.

I take a deep breath in
And let it out slowly
It does wonders to my soul
Which has been living quite restlessly.

The wind blows harder still
A few strands escape my pony's tail
I enjoy the soothing feeling
While they gently tickle my neck n face.

Now the wind gets very naughty
As it blows even harder
Lifting the hems of ladies' skirts
While they scramble to hold everything together.

I smile to myself
As a memory tugs at my thoughts
In the windy season of July n August
I had vowed, never to wear any skirts.

I keep walking, pacing, pausing
It appears its going to rain
The prospect fills up my senses with pleasure
Lo n behold, I have forgotten about my pain.