The Zephyr

Abruptly, a cool Zephyr

Coming from the west,

Blew off my hair and

Gave a hard stroke on my chest.

I felt, from its trap

Something got liberated.

Later, I realized

Not only a rush breeze, it was

A mixture of hue and cry,

That created a ghastly atmosphere.

The liberated things-

Weeping sounds and tears shedding faces

For peace and harmony, they are in wait.