Mighty Wind. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Wind told some stories
I am coming from the east
I have gone to the west
I have traveled to the south
And I am travelling to the north.

Wind tells its experience
In the three directions I saw
Something disturbing to my eyes
Against humanity, justice and peace.

Wind tells its story
I am sad sometimes
I am angry afterwards
I fight in my power
You tells the destruction story.

Wind tells its own glory
It can wipe out the chemical gas
That pollutes the world
That kills the world
Which is destined to keep safe.

Wind boasts its own might
It can reduce the havoc
When it is supposed to strike the world
But avoids the catastrophe

Wind tells its truth
There is no the mightiest
There is no the fittest
There is no the strongest
All are the hallucinations of mind
Or the thoughts of mindless ones.

Wind told a secret
I carries the cloud
Strikes to the mountains
Meets the trees of tallest ones
My experiences of world no one can imitate
I am a perfect power always
And a messenger of peace in my own terms.