Will Winds Come? Poem by Thomas Viruvelil

Sky was dark.
Holding thick bundles of rain inside
waiting for winds to
open bundles of rain,
take away heavy bundles
and free me to play with
white cool light clouds.

Sky was worried.
Will winds come and free me
from this dark bundles of rain
making me feel tired
making my knees paining?

When will those winds come?
How long I have to carry these dark bundles?
Waiting for winds
will I fall down
with tiring weakening bundles
of these dark clouds
in my hand?

Even the sun is moving down
with colour changing to red
going for rest for night.

When will these winds come?
Am I destined to fall down
tired and exhausted
with ever increasing burden
of these dark clouds in my hand?

10, September,2008