Oh Air Poem by Shubham Koul

You haven't, haven't you gone,
to the top of Himalaya?
Or you haven't, haven't you stayed,
at the scorching plains of Sahara?

I want to be like you, oh air,
that is light, has no color or fear.
That keeps everyone alive,
no matter what is their size.

Traveling whole across the earth,
worrying about nothing neither death nor even dirt.
Checking each and every place, you air;
where no one has reached you reach there.

Whether it is sunny day or wintery night,
you never-ever change your mind.
In the end I would only like to say, 'oh air,
I want to be like you dear.'