The Rustling Wind

By Saanvi Sodhi

The rustling wind hits my window, 

Trying to sneak in some mischief.  

I do not even realise when I open it 

And stare at the moon blankly. 

The light of my existence 

Threatens to flicker out any moment. 

Like the wind is taunting me, 

To challenge its strength. 

To be able to breathe again,

One needs to feel worthy. 

To be able to smile again, 

One needs to feel alive. 

Hours swing by in seconds

I find myself standing still. 

Then the sun emerges out, 

Shaking me to consciousness. 

The creator must have tilled hard 

To have that sun, I wonder. 

Then I reason if I do the same 

And have the radiance afterwards. 

The rustling winds rushes in again, ‘

Trying to sneak in some hope. 

This time I allow it to enter, ‘

To illuminate my mind to survival. 

By Saanvi Sodhi