The Winds Are Gone Poem by Vartika Pandey

The scorching sun and barrenness
Lifeless, no movement.
The cheerful rustling of leaves,
Their whispering, storytelling
Has now stoned.
The winds are gone.

Where is the fury of storms?
Droplets of rain now
Fall like slaughtered bits
Of the sea. They are-
Motionless. Restricted
To fall in a straight line.
They don’t have voices anymore.
The winds are gone.

Where are my birds?
I can’t hear them chirping
Their infinite songs are
Suppressed, by the tongue of devil.
They hail their angels
With their big eyes, innocent,
Almost filled with hope.
Angels only join their hands
Apologize. The devil has won.
The winds are gone.

Flowers don’t bloom now.
Their buds are trampled beneath
Boots of fear. Flowers are
Manufactured. In uniform
Color and essence that pleases
The god of demons.
They stand in perfect rows.
Not supposed to question
Against the ignorant devil.
The winds are gone.

The disturbance in the perfectness
The bringer of pleasant randomness
The imparters of life, creators of kings
The ones that raise a spark to fire
The ones that kindle dying desires...

Where are the winds that brushed
Past my hair, pulled out my love
And made me dance in the rain…

It is now a forbidden dream.
And this is a forbidden song.
The winds are gone…