Blow Little Slow

O, .wind, people may laugh at me and blame High velocity speed may bring only shame What to do? Close the eyes or cover the knee In both the cases it will only harm me I was hardly aware of my red cheeks Comments from people for all weeks I maintained decorum with simple dress code I swam across praise, acclaim and on fame rode Not a murmur, comment or whisper when I pass Girls, students and teacher observe silence in class O God, why did you give me such a beautiful face? Everybody seemed to run after and in race So far nothing happened to affect my grace Nothing untoward accident I recall or trace Nature seemed gracious and always blessed I thanked to God, prayed and confessed Suddenly o, wind I find my self in fix Joy and sadness both combined and mix Whether to cry for help or simply laugh What does he may think as my better half? I shall suffer in both the cases Living death if I compromise the honour Eyes closed means going away from reality Facing people’s ire and nature’s hostility Prestige may enhance if you reduce the fury No one will question your act including jury I may be saved from future embarrassment Restoration of pride without any harassment You have nothing to gain by blowing with speed Simple cool breeze and air flow is only need I may admire and bow head with respect You may too realize…………………..