The Wind

SYNOPSIS: Wind in the out-of-doors is a fact of life; wind seems to be our constant companion. It is surely persistent, pressing into our body to slow your speed, hurling dust or snow into your face and eyes, and stealing away precious warmth. Sometimes I try to convince myself that wind, rain, sun shine – all are bounty of our nature or gift from God, the almighty - WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

_____________________________________

A wild wind blows westward;

She turned her face to eastward;

A hand approached to lift her upward

For the wind crowds into her nostrils

Outside the windows of the dead;

The heat floated across her breasts;

There is a smell of the burned flesh,

So sweet, so bountiful, so gentle;

I should breathe and rejoice now !

_______________________________________

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI