The Wind

By Avanya Saxena

The wind, is not a thing

It's our best friend

It's the gale which fills us with blissfulness as we breath it in

The thunder that seems to rage with us as we anger

The swift slow wind which pours down with us as we cry

It is the friend who empathizes with us throughout our life

It's the soul who speaks for the silent one

It's the partner who comforts us when no one is around

It's the silent friend who never talked to us

But has been supporting us since forever

It's the wise one who has seen the beginning of life

The one who has witnessed the whole history

It's the one who knows the secrets to all mysteries

It's howl is full of life lessons, looking for those who can hear

The quiet Breeze screams for the one who wishes to hear it

And blows for the ones who have left it unnoticed

The message it carries is deep but silent

Wind is not a thing

It's our best friend

Who has listened to us our whole lives

Then why can't we for once try to hear what it wants to say?

By Avanya Saxena