Mad Winds Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Like strokes of child's feeble arms
In ocean of wild waves and turbulent tides,
Like flutters of bird lost in high sky
In eye of speeding violent storm,
Your marks lose as do warmth in ice-shelf
And strange tides carry you pickaback
To unknown lands of refreshing shocks
In subtle cycles unknown to human mind;
Like thoughts afloat in contemplative fertile mind,
You roll at the hest of mysterious mad winds.

You fall from mound and find on hilltop
Or lose in desert while traverse forest land;
For, our arms are weak; ears, deaf and eyes blind
While grope for path in dirk thick of strange world
Where hide rare riches in rat-holes' neath ground
That stumble tired legs that sink to its depth;
Or land pride's strides in gaping vacant gulfs
Till thoughts fog, hearts sink and wings whither
And raise again high to fortune's magic lands
In cross contemn to man's mines' against time.

Sunrise and set in blurred eyes look alike
With tinged sky and flying birds,
With subdued light and quiet breeze;
The light of lamp that lights your home
Spreads not beyond four walls you live with,
But create false sights from the womb of night;
Strain not eyes, refrain your sprite,
Hold safe the lamp, light the place you tread
To guide you now step on step forward;
For, unknown worlds await, agape, two steps ahead.

You and I are lost cry in infinite sky,
Who run with streams like torn greasy rags;
We run uphills and jump downhills,
Yet, know not why and how of schemes;
Nor know where we are, nor where we may lair;
Where we go, where rise and fall, and how,
Knows better, all-knowing subtle celestial force,
That draws all worlds on the eternal course
To final goal where all shall reach some time;
We just spin like Earth while think we run at will.