The December wind

Nature personified

The December wind

This Monday morning wind, 
December 4,

Raw and arrogant,

Aware of its power immense,

Walks like a mast elephant,

Rampaging everything,

Or, a youth in love,

Caressing everybody with its

Alpha hands,

Knocking things in the

Deserted hall, crowded

Living room,

Of a 2BHK suburban-Mumbai flat;

The cold breath of mild winter

Being carried

On its invisible wings,

---How does  it sweep the entire region!

This big-bosomed wind, knocking off the caps

And slipping inside the shirts and tinkling

Bare skins---

And whistling in pleasure,

A loud dulcet long moaning

Heard after very long in a

Working couple’s bedroom,

The whistling done by a

Smiling patient recovering

Slowly,

From a fatal disease,

Or---

Like an out �"of-work guy,

Sitting/fretting home for three

Bleak months,

And, suddenly getting hired to-day

On a long-distance call,

For a tiny office full of faded hopes,

In busy

Detroit,

Aarhus,

Delhi,

Or,

 Jerusalem.