The wind to-day,
Is a sheer delight…
Knowing when to be gentle
And when to be wild.
How to be delirious
On the Empyrean Heights.
The wind is in a state of raptures!

 

The wind comes and goes,
To and fro.
Caressing the breeze,
Sifting through the mist:
Playing hide and seek,
In tree tops with falling droplets
Of velvety, showering rain.

 

So many beauteous styles.
So many clusters of colours.
So many scenes of scenic displays!
Bountiful Nature is gregarious,
Gesturing to call us:
With love and friendliness.
I am feeling like the wind in the rain!

                          

Geeta Chhabra