The Voice First

By Manasvi P.

Wind passed by, from the right side, yes I saw it, as cool as the November breeze,

As soft as it’s pat on the sea,

and I heard it,

for the first time, so loud…

it was as deep as the sense of love,

it creates for so many hearts I know..

it was looking for something,

doesn’t matter what,

just made my day that was falling apart…

though it’s voice was deep,

and it’s breeze was strong,

it felt so beautiful,

that it made the time stop..

again lost my balance,

again forgot how to walk,

it makes my eyes teary,

when the wind wants to talk.

By Manasvi P.