The Wind

By Agrima Singh

Sometimes I wonder about the wind—

I wonder it’s an unrequited lover trying to reach her past mountains,

I wonder it’s a failed messenger who didn’t carry my pain to you,

I wonder it is a friend, when it flows your hair, giving me bliss in sole hope of brushing it

back.

I wonder it’s maa walking miles just to see the leaves dance.

I wonder it’s me willing to break itself all over, just to feel mountains’ caress.

By Agrima Singh