I am the wind
A perfect rainy Delhi morning
After months of sweltering heat
I caught myself floating
A little here, a little there — to the beat.
I am the breeze
In your life of humid and sweltering heat
I transcend your souls with willful and trying ease
Often with no caveat.
For I can metamorphosize myself into the wind
Soothe heads and hearts of kind and unkind humanity,
But you give me dust and I, not knowing when to rescind
Pollute myself with all your gifted depravity.
However, unlike your unthinking, unfeeling callousness
The wind stops to ponder
It wants to soothe even the bitterness
Without sacrificing itself in the plunder.
Don’t you forget that I am the willful wind
I am the breeze, I am the storm
You cannot have me pinned
down for long, for I can transform
And lest you mend your unkind ways, transform I will,
For I would not let you be my mortal peril.