CATCHING THE ZEPHYR !
A sudden gust of wind on a hot summer’s
day ,
Got my hair flying , as it blew my way !
I tried to catch it , but it got away !
But in the evening the wind had returned ,
It was both cool and refreshing and was
real fun !
Perhaps the zephyr had come from the sea , –
Since it smelt of surf and salt of the sea !
But before I could catch it , it broke free !
And with the approach of winter the wind
came from the north ,
Gushing down over those mighty mountain
tops !
It cut me across like a naked blade ,
As I took cover waiting for it to abate !
Next the wind blew through the metro city
streets ,
To get loaded with smoke and pollution
complete !
It soon got nauseated and blew as a mighty
gust , –
Its mouth and eyes were all full of polluted
dust !
But during Spring the wind came from the
south , –
Kissed the valleys and the dales to make
them swoon ,
And caressed the flowers blooming through
the monsoon !
The zephyr blew past laughing and teasing
me , –
Whispering , ‘catch me if you can’ and then
broke free !
Perhaps it had gone back to its home over
the sea !
But one day I shall catch up with the wind
as it blows ,
With the falling leaves of Autumn when the
cold winds blow ,
To bury them all in the winter’s snow !
And then I shall join up in its merry dance ,
In this life which is only a passing show ,
Then try and catch me if you can – as I blow !
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
