like a breeze <br />unpaid, unasked <br />softily, slowly <br />unseen, modestly <br />dressed simply <br />with no airs <br />carrying huge bodies of tremors <br />just so cool <br />when the sun is at noon <br />and day is at half doom <br />ready to welcome and bye <br />the night and the dawn equally sigh <br />as i panic under the green tree <br />the branches u turn rummaging me <br />as if you cared for me <br />my tresses u kiss <br />diverting my attention <br />to u and i care less <br />Breeze, oh breeze <br />great lives <br />all are like u dear <br />they give unasked <br />take nothing marked <br />just share their precious lot <br />and spend hours for our cause <br />and just wipe off self <br />as if their part is of no help <br />with no shop tag <br />offering immense bag.<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breeze-11/
