“No, I don’t feel sorry
doing nothing at all”
said the girl to the wind
with a sense of brawl.
“I don’t feel wasteful
staring in your face
I’m quite happy
In this quaint place
whiling away time
I feel perfectly fine
It’s a choice I’ve made
I’m glad to parade.
But why are YOU bothered?
how does it concern you?
Go beat yourself places
Isn’t that what you do?”
“Aye” said the wind
“I came coz mother (earth) called
said you needed me
So this course I hauled.
Do you feel better?
now that you’ve found your place
Does she ground your worries
do you like me soothing your face?
Coz we sense it my child
the storm inside you
that’s why you hurry here
It’s what you always do.
Although she doesn’t speak
but is first to feel your pulse
is why she took your heat
and summoned me at once.
My job here is not
To pry in any way
I hope the gentle breeze
Makes you want to stay”
“I am so sorry” said the girl
“I was not aware
this noise inside,
is rising beyond compare
the din of heartless work
and senseless busy-ness
& unsatiating fallacious growth
is putting me in duress
I see people fall sick
And minds get depressed
why are the young growing old
and their energies suppressed?
Isn’t growth supposed
to cheer up one’s spirit
why’s it beating down
our souls every minute?
And so I seek solace
in mothers unspoken embrace
All I need is a break
to rest in this place
I want to while away time
than kill my spirit out there
where crowds feel dead inside
and way beyond repair
It is here I feel at home
In her arms and in your grace
Forgive my arrogance before
now that you see my case”
And the wind said
“Do not explain my child
we know this beaten world
Eating into old n young alike
when done, ready to be hurled
into a pile of sickness
and of worry and pain
And when its unbearable
They want to live again.
You are lucky, you choose to come
and while away your time
ease the dizziness,
don’t break this paradigm.
You will realize later
that you lived for moments
and chose not to get roiled
In false bestowments.
Stature, class & richness
money can help you buy
But kinship, warmth & experiences
Are where your treasures lie”
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