The Wind

I was on my way, making the leaves sway

The old Banyan tree greeted and asked what's wrong,
there is stillness in your flow,
said the tree as it could feel the moistness
under my trail I had drawn.
The wise old tree could understand the faintness in my flow..

I started whispering to his leaves and the hanging roots,
while he caressed me to calm down and get consoled.

You remember the friendship I shared with the sparrow
living on the Neem tree with his siblings,
the one with whom I used to blow with full enthusiasm
so that my friend would not have to pressurize his tiny wings..

Yes, I remember your dear friend, responded the tree.

Do you also know that once he was attacked by a flock of golden eagles and I had blew them away with all my mighty force creating a fierce storm; hiding my dearest friend and protecting him from any harm.

That is very thoughtful of you, said the mighty tree..

The bond we shared is long gone oh old tree. I could no longer hear the beautiful chirpings, could no longer race with my friend till the end of the forest.

He is no longer with me and has forgotten everything. His new group is the same flock of golden eagles with leader as his dearest. She has lured him with the sharp golden eyes and keeps on covering him under her huge wings, keeping him away from my existence. He can no longer feel the wind, can no longer feel me.

The tree said, Oh my poor wind! You are born to flow with no halt. If you go still there is no life for the things dependent on you for their motion. You, the wind, is the symbol of moving on. So keep blowing for others.

I hugged the tree and was back on my track. There was the smoke from the chimneys, from the exhausts but soon it all became a part of me on my way. I embraced them all. After all I, the wind, is the symbol of moving on.