The Talking Wind Poem by Sneha Murali

I come through the trees, i blow through windows
hurry past hurdles, mountains, the highs and the lows
you feel me sting during the monsoon rains
i'm wild and free, can't keep me in chains

I brush past old ladies, and blow away their hats
i chase rubber balls of tiny little brats
i'm all about the fun, about freedom and speed
when i blow past, you'll feel me indeed

I carry people's secrets, their words, their songs
i carry things to the place where it belongs
my home is amongst the wide open world
while you all sit next to your fireplace curled

I can be fierce, when i want me to be
if i wanted, i could blow down a tree
or if your days are lucky, you'll feel
a calming breeze blowing, filled with zeal

I'm the wind, i've got no where to rest
cos blowing is what i do best
without my presence, the world would be still
but with me, you'll see motion in life, you will



Copyright © 2009 by Sneha Murali