An ode to the wind By R.Krishnamurthy

I can enjoy the hot sun
With his guns blazing at noon
With a smile on my face
In the company of a gentle breeze

I can enjoy the heavy rain
With an umbrella over my head
When the wind has withdrawn
To safe corner of the roadside

I can dance in the snow
Falling steady in a heap
When the wind takes a nap
And refuses to blow

I can cross even an ocean
In a boat without an engine
When the wind fills the sails
And guides me on my course.