The wind

You are wild, sometimes sweet,

You are in conch and

Everywhere,

You make tress dance,

And sometimes fall,

You bring rain,as well

Drought,

I saw you playing with

The waves, and

With the kites,

I felt you,when

You hit me hard,

I heard your  psithurism

In the woods,

You are beautiful

In a winter night,

And,

Severe in Tornado's

Evening,

You Whisper in my ears,

And sometimes sing songs,

You bring me the odour 

Of jasmine

To my nostrils,

sometimes the odds!

And nobody knows

Where you are from,

But you make us survive!

You are a wind,

You blow without end.

              -saduriya.M