When The Winds Sway

By Yuvan Deb

How profoundly you exhibit the sense of serene.

Tranquil is thy nature,

Calm thy face,

Changing, turning, ever traveling, swaying the world through,

Ever blowing in this unknown terrain.

Many moments have you captured with thee,

Time is thy nature,

The earth thy place.

A gentle breeze you can be, or you can be a violent storm,

Dust, life, gases on your arms—they know.

As you travel the world in an endless journey, having no clue,

Generous is thy nature,

Gentle thy embrace.

O wind,

How kind can you be?

Burned or buried after we die,

We too travel the seas, lands, and mountains,

With you.

By Yuvan Deb