There’s a wind
Indifferent to geography
Blowing around your feet:
The journey shaped by her fancies.
Thrilling like the cracker that
transiently colors the sky;
Deceptive like the heavy rain
Indifferent to hair soapy.

Diverging feet are forced on
To the old path-
With the force greater than
A thousand streams
Bearing appearance of  the soft flower
of spring!

The path where daisies disappear
To pluck them as you bend;
Where doves fly away as
The hand to caress them extends;
Upon attention where
The birds turn silent:

Ah! The stubborn wind blows in
one direction—

Unknowingly you fly in cage.




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