Reverse Wind Poem by Afifa Sultana

The leaves of the trees moved by the reverse wind
The sparrow beefed up,
Light cloud and light rain,
Everything seemed colourful in the light deemed up.
Designs are drawn
Of the flowers,
Stories are written
In the spare hours.
Light rain is falling today,
No work is done but crochet.
I come outside to walk through the drizzle,
There were no vehicles actual.
I continued walking in the reverse wind,
No one was there to call from behind.