🌞 Riding on the northern wind
He was the harbinger of joy
She, the bedecked face of earth
In her summer glory looked coy.
She, always moving in her familiar little orbit
Often passed him by – a traveller, a nomad
Who brought her a bounty of fruits when he halted
And flew by, showering flowers and gifts myriad.
Later, He brought the rains with him
Just to drench her to the soul
She lost herself to his embrace
And her mind he tried to control.
And succeed he did, as the drops hit her:
Her thirst he quenched but body let erode
She tried to relish the sweet sounding pitter-patter
But rivers of tears fell and her head remained bowed.
He adorned her with a coat of red
Only to tear it apart from her skin
Making her live on the outside happy
But dying a little each day within.
He slowly paced around her, watching her shiver:
His affection had mildewed; her eyes were dry and pleading,
She finally saw herself in a state of dereliction
And begged to be deserted, amidst her pained breathing.
He complied to her plea at once
For he had satiated now his lust
He set winter upon her nakedness
While her dignity crumbled to dust.
And now she lay fallen, a curtain of cold for company
Robbed of heart’s warmth, craving for the wind to soothe
Her body bereaved and broken, mind forlorn and hurting,
Her want of love’s embrace jaded because of the ugly truth.
He rides the hot southern winds
Which make the air smell rotten
He is hated for what he doesn’t do
And the Spring he brings is forgotten.
He comes to her with this spring, no gifts nor flowers of every hue
He covers her with blossoms white, she now appears better than new.
Renewed, she fills him with a fragrance, that of love and hope
And to the land of eternal Spring, they hold hands and elope.