Night Wind

Life Cycle

NIGHT WIND

 

(I)                  RETROSPECT

 

It was the night

It was alright

It was too right

The intense cold was just gone

There was warmth

In the night air

And the soft wind that was blowing

Kept the night fresh, swept away

Everything aside ‘cept this memory

 

The night wind was faintly sweet

As if it blew across

A fragrant valley of flowers

Many miles away

And my senses were tingling

Fresh as the wind itself

I could hear the wind

I could hear her breathing

She, who was walking alongside me

 

We went along

We trudged on

Like somebody said �"

“It’s better to travel than to arrive”

The night went on

The wind kept on

We said nothing

There was nothing to be said

Only to be felt

 

It’s better to travel than to arrive

But we stopped

The wind stopped

The night stopped

It was getting warmer

The moon above danced

We fell down hard on the ground

We no more felt our surroundings

We didn’t care

 

(II)                NOW �" THE FARMER

 

The night went on

Till it was morn

He came like everyday

The farmer to his field

Something distracted his sight today

Some crushed stalks in his harvested land

He came closer, then he saw it all

His wrinkles stood out, as a smile formed on his face

And as he went about his work

He couldn’t help but look back

At his own life, sowing, harvesting

And the cycle runs on, life goes on …