Wind
Being ancient but
perky I am not here
for you to bond my
strength, to lock me like
a djinn into a bottle
for making a wish
as and when you wish
but to guide your sailboat through
wild, choppy waters,
just to play with your
hair, to cool the fever and
kiss the tearful face of yours.
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