The Wily Wind

You entreat with a gentle swoosh, your charms beckon

As you blow through harried lands, parched for your love

Swishing through the trees you playfully swirl up leaves.

They rise up; they dance around, like marionettes in act.

 

O wily wind you blow through my parched land and life

Igniting emotions and passions, I thought long since dead

You make me yearn, you bring hope, you stir optimism.

With waggishness you entice me to be complicit in play

Image – Stanislav Kondratiev via unsplash

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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