When you asked for the wind
I brought in front
that could whirl you around.
when you wished for a star
I invite the night itself
that could spread its dark wings over.
When you dream of a flower
I do care to fetch you a desert
where you could wander.
If you are still annoyed,
then let me take you to the cold
of the showers of silence and sleep.
Copyright © sandeep menon | Year Posted 2011