Avoid the summer wind

All of a sudden
he opened up the window
with an irritating quest
"you don't like the wind outside?  "
"Why did you keep the window closed?"


and I sighed off the anxiety
and took a break; bleak.

"Oh No ! I didn't bother to open it,
it was closed."

but I also shrugged under the shadow
Of thought temple.

you never know
why I don't like to let it in.
the nasty summer wind.
it changes
Places to places.


"is it going to rain?
look the summer wind is bringing
the season's first change." he sounded the spirit.

and I cried,
my temple bell rang again.

you don't know,
that's the contemplated love story
a drama  in which
the summer wind strolls down to rain.
the cloud it carries is a load of dust and flame.

somewhere it sprays acid.
Somewhere pain but never rains.
I have seen the summer wind changing,
places to places.


"what changes, what are these places  ?"
 he closed down the window
and sat next to me.
the toes exchanged the same grim of a play.



"tell me why should we forbid
the summer wind to enter our neumic shell."
and the touch played the rendezvous under the temple bell.
and I lost into the passage
of unsung memoirs.

 I remembered
  summer wind hurling the wet clothes into defeated flags.

 I remembered
 summer wind swapping the green paddy field into a desert.

 I remembered
summer wind firing on thee country braves behind the battle fence.

 I remembered
summer wind blowing   and roaring  ...

and I remembered
summer wind did all  for its own unquenchable thirst.

"wake up !"  the noise brought me back
and I whispered out of  the  silent dead

"Nothing ,
i just know those places."

Copyright©2009 Krishna Rai