South-Westerly-2 Poem by Indira Renganathan

What ecstasy you've got into
Tumbling home, me and all you do

Frisky sometimes in perfect rhyme
Frowning sometimes in hassling mime

Breeziest breeze but not a gale
Brisk hurling litters all in bale

See, the surging sea..you're roaring
Upping, upping tides overlapping

See, the flying birds..you're pushing
Downing down in your tilting

See, the tottering trees..you're beating
Fluttering leaves in your strewing

See, the slamming doors..you're hitting
Drying clothes far in your tumbling

See, the swirling dust..you're rolling
Up and down all around you're spraying

What ecstasy you've got into
Dusting my eyes you're into

O'naughty Wind, South West Wind
I would say but at the end

Summer solace you are my friend
Soothing mercy o' you abound

O'Monsoon wind, South West Wind
So good, so good..yet dear friend

How would I say still at the end
'Hats off to you' o' naughty wind