Breeze Poem by Janani Saravanan

As flowers sway in the breeze,

My mind sways in the breeze.

It searches for purity and ecstasy.

Where can I find it? Where to exactitude it?

My soul becomes abominable.

My mind urges me to go ahead with the world.

But I feel abnegation. I am candid,

 Oh! My dearie breeze lifts me,

Into the world of truthfulness.




I feel grim about living in this world.

My lovey breeze blew a pure wind.

To restrain my slough,

Your sonorous sound, with a light wind,

Is it pleasant? Take me a breath and give

Blissfulness with pure love,

Which makes me want to get rid of impurity.

Oh, my sweet breeze

give me

Cheerfulness and confidence with a sense of purity.




I'm rhapsodizing about the breeze.

but I'm soulful about the world,

Why is there conflict and desolation?

Destroy those baneful creatures as ashes,

From this world, take over it, my dear.

Breeze, breeze, breeze................

I need a pure breeze with zeal.

Give me purity and ecstasy.

a bright and light wind

To shock the world.