NeemsWindswept
Oh Wind
whistle past me
do you mock my sorrow?
do you seek my pain?
wind, as lustful as thee
playful peasant
master of the skies
whip about me
as if you hold within
the knowledge of our very earth
sail past me
whip my hair into frenzied chaos
take with you my doubts
with you, carry away my fears
wind, upon my skin touch
let me sway with your caress
soothe my apprehension
quiver at my temple
tickle my ears
chill my bones
wind, why do you laugh
does my confusion amuse you?
does my aimless wandering
give you wanton pleasure?
so that you may chuckle loudly
as you tease and pass me by
allow me to surrender
to your power divine
and beg to lend me your strength
so that my doubt may be blown away
as I stand humble, amongst the debris
that is your mighty playground
By Neems
Neema Mohan, 16th October, 2008 ©
