The Wind Poem by cyriac cherian

The wind call the earth,

with calm and pleasure.

He wash her body,

He kiss on her body.

The wind call the earth

With calm and pleasure.

He wash her body.

He lay and kiss on her body.

The wind come and gone

And the earth has been silent.

She changed by his action.

The wash soil and sin from her body,

And clear her body,

And clear her face.

He took her on his laps

And kiss on her knee.

The wind overflowing all over

wondering as if an idol.

From where does he come?

He come and gone

Whenever the she quiet.