The Wind and me

She looked as the night
Walking toward nothing,without any delight.
Not a shiver nor turning her head
Is this the ignorance in her,
Or mere show of inscrutable pride.

Here, i don't know her.

Wanderings in a lane,through a maze.
I,all alone did feel the lonely wind blow,
Moving as a husking bee , beside me.
To sting a breath of coolness on my  sweating brow.

Here it seems,
Seated in herself on a chair of the evening.

A voice id never forget
Surpassed through the smiling air.
Those fingers id never forget
Lovely as ever,silent as never.
A night among all nights, she remains
On an evening chair,on those mazed mirrors.
With her reflections, alI upright.
Herself she turned away ,then.
Quickly as in a mould with molten fire,
Turneth to the hammer's desire.

And the wind says to me,then.
Superior is she,as her graces unfold.
Walk away brother.
Walk away,
Walk away.
Before she sings as a nightingale.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 01092017.