Written by: sandeep menon

When you asked for the wind 
I brought in front 
a tempest
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.