Wind Poem by J T Jayasingh

Oh mighty magic wind!
Tender twigs gently dance
And green boughs nod,
Showing your impalpable presence.
Aroma of jasmine and rose
You fetch from gardens
Evoke my tiny nerves
To fly, to sing, to dream
With the dancing white angels.

A dry little seed, I see,
Floats on you free,
Carrying life within
May in future be
A huge banyan or herb
And one day will dance
Again in your presence.

Like a shepherd,
You chase the clouds
To wet the wide lands.
Oh! you enter into
The bellows of harmoniums
And flow as sweet music.
You rub some throats
And become divine songs.

Oh mighty magic wind!
But I can tie you down
At my wish and will:
I breathe you in and out.
But at last when you win,
You go out,
I am all out.