Tired of bloodshed and battle <br />Rape and riot, killing and carnage <br />The missing wind rattle <br />‘I am in search of peace’-or to hide <br /> <br />Crushed by womanliness <br />Chased by flowers for stolen fragrance <br />Kissed by waves for tickling <br />Coercing the clouds, uprooting <br /> the enormous sky <br />Gathering dreams, borrowing sorrows <br />Shaping hopes, hoping to shape <br />Reaping ripples, reveling in melodies <br />Hidden by sobs, hugged by laughter <br />Weighing bonds, winnowing ignorance <br />Heavy with despair, heaving confusion <br />Reflecting sweet nothings, revealing <br />bitter atrocities <br />Reaching to future, trying to nurture <br />Disguised....... <br />Silver air, golden air, green air, dark air, blue air <br />On the mountain breast, in the meadow’s mind <br />Below the ravine’s murmur, beneath <br />the anklet of streams <br />On the chirping landscape, over the flapping <br />Cascade <br />Above the mysterious cliff, amidst mystic twilight <br />Running, running, running....... <br />To find peace <br />Like I in search of me!<br /><br />prasanna kumari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-missing-wind/