Sometimes the wind is
gentle, smooth, serene
It drops here, there;
makes ripples, swirls free in space
Our hearts often find themselves
… on this unseen swing of air
The Koel sings a woodpecker pok-poks
Each to his world, when the wind blows....
The symphony of bird-songs rolls out its best
I sit in silence
knit the threads of pure spring weather.
Sometimes the wind blows strongly...
Totally out of tune!
The rush and roaring squalls swash and go
filled with anger and venom.
The sun darkens...clouds thicken
The terrified swallows swing across in midair
And, vanish into the horizon.
I run from the porch step
and duck for refuge into a shade,
holding my pet-cockatiel in my hands.
The little bird screeches above the wind; but
soon brings itself down…
It doesn’t sing, a tad sacrifice, maybe I think
to look neat and unostentatious.
Written for PU-- http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2016/06/poets-united-midweek-motif-wind-power.html