Wings Of Wind Poem by Gautam Sen

A song of exception
I'd like to sing
before I go away
to sleep.

Wearies bleed me of
all my pep
but I love those feelings
which filled my heart,
on the shore of life
I wait to see the sunset
an echoing splendor
that I've missed
at the dawn
of my sun rise.

I am the wings of wind -
just kissing all you flowers
on the way of a winding journey,
but won't ever stay for long
I know, it won't prolong.

When confidence gets confused,
zest can't find its best
while in a maze,
better to stop one day.

It's not my ranting,
nor it's a sort of
panting gesture,
my inner being vies
with me off and on,
on the issue
of my every action.

Again I'd remind you,
I'm confident enough,
but my confession
is needed to fight
the trivial drama
forced before me
as wastage of life.