The Windy Tale

By Prisha Sarma

Here and there the wind goes hiding million

messages the future unfolds 

leaves withering in the cold breeze 

still the roots hold the big trees

In the gloomy night

 still thriving showing no fright

 there she goes scaring the campers near campsite

Onto the hills, brushing the grass

 not discriminating the land mass.

 with a roaring sound, here she goes

 scaring the children, giving chills even to the crows

The serene view on the river

 moon using it like a mirror 

showing no fear the wind goes rear

Telling us how to take the flight 

when there is no hope in the ray of light

By Prisha Sarma