Where from you arrive
O! wind
why is the hurry to
wash and rinse
every stride...

didn't you know
the crown of thoughts
perseverance , the diamond of efforts
adorning life

yet you rush,
run scot free
destroying peaks of glory
which tiny fingers built in sand
whilst you crush dreams
destroying minds...

Halt! breathe
for a moment
O ! wind
you needn't be a turbulence
a tornado
to be cherished for lifetime
Be the westerly wind
which rejuvenates
reinstates life...

- Soumya