Blow gently O wily wind

Blow gently O wily wind as you pass through my lands
My child sleeps in gentle slumber.
Do not rustle; do not swish as you pass by my house
My child rests his wearied bones.
As the night darkens and rain looms in the heavens
Do not disturb, let my child sleep.
As the heavens break to unleash thunder and light
I plead, I beg for your silence.
If you must, then caress the sodden earth as you pass
Gently rustle the grass, whisper there.
Do not wake him; shake him from his restful reverie
Leave him be, six feet under.

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About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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