Sitting near window, listening to the syrupy melody of wind,
feeling its smooth touch,
as if it was trying to convey something,
Something that I wanted to know,
Something that could change everything.
I tried to hold the wind,
I tried to listen to the wind,
Making me feel caseless,
Making me feel endless.
Oh god, let the time stop,
Let me fly with the flow.
But the wind transformed into a Storm.
The sweet melody turned into a devil roar,
The smooth touch now became a sore.
I left the wind & moved away,
Loosing myself in a pessimistic way.
Oh god, let the time end quick.
Let me get free from it.
Now the storm has become slow,
the optimistic wind again flows.
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