The Wind
She, the wind
Blew past me
Without even me knowing her
She was like the softest touch
That ever touched me.
She, the wind
Was that moon
Which never shone for me
She was like the last drop of water
To quench my eternal thirst.
She, the wind
Was like that bird
Who's wings were the color of rainbow
She was like that ray of sunlight
That kept me on to live.
She, the wind
Brought with her that fragrance
Which i can never forget
She was like that season
Which i never wanted to end.
She, the wind
Blew past me
Without even me knowing her
She was like that book
Which i could never read.
Copyright © Ritvik Katoch | Year Posted 2016
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