lalitha iyer - Breeze

like a breeze
unpaid, unasked
softily, slowly
unseen, modestly
dressed simply
with no airs
carrying huge bodies of tremors
just so cool
when the sun is at noon
and day is at half doom
ready to welcome and bye
the night and the dawn equally sigh
as i panic under the green tree
the branches u turn rummaging me
as if you cared for me
my tresses u kiss
diverting my attention
to u and i care less
Breeze, oh breeze
great lives
all are like u dear
they give unasked
take nothing marked
just share their precious lot
and spend hours for our cause
and just wipe off self
as if their part is of no help
with no shop tag
offering immense bag.

lalitha iyer

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