POEM: BREEZE

Pleasant cool breeze is blowing on my face,

as I carry on with my routine in some mechanical daze.

Trying to stir something within my soul

some feelings,some emotions,some provoking thoughts.......

Trying to blow off the dust,

that has been gathered over the adult years.

I hope it succeeds so that once again

I have time to sit

and hear the melodious cuckoo sing,

feel happy and warm as I watch children play in some park,

to stop and bask in the glorious sunshine

and may be merrily get wet in the coming rains

or to take some time off

to dance with the shouting waves

I want the breeze to desperately succeed this time

so that I become one with my luminous spirit

and have a gala time.