The Air

By Mrs. Ruchi Agarwal

When it pours, I dissolve.

During heat, I resolve.

I'm more amongst greens.

I'm there in every scene.

The coolest, never on rest.

In motion, with no emotion.

Neither fixed destination.

Unstoppable I flow,

Iflow, I flow.

I peep in through the ventilations,

a part of me, I drop in there.

I flee in glee, from cities to live,

where staled and fatigued, I'm

stabbed to give,

to give a portion with no hesitation,

to let survive, I move with a flair,

to inhale, to relieve, to breathe in

fresh air.

Unstoppable I flow,

I flow,I flow.

For all the youth, I'm young. To the aged, Im old.

Whn vexed on earth,

I'm furious to be mould.

In swirls, like a drunkard I move,

to run, to destroy the houses, the

roofs.

Unstoppable I flow, I flow,I flow.

I embrace with hugs, the ones who lives.

Not a trace I give, to the ones who leave.

In cylinders, I'm trapped. On plants I'm overlapped. When freshly consumed, you glow. Unstoppable I flow,

I flow, I flow.

By Mrs. Ruchi Agarwal