To The Mountain Breeze

Mountain breeze! Please pause To console this aching landscape At the foot of the hill Lost in transcendental thrill We the inhabitants of the plains Know that you originate In the skies where the clouds of mortal worries Don’t navigate Above where The head of the great mount resides Yet, please do come Sweep our lonely homes We, the coughing ones On sinking easy-chairs Breathe your natural aroma The smell of the skies Clouds, mountain herbs That are renowned To kill mortal ills And put our asthmatic psyche At perpetual ease Please do come breeze This is a call from one Who has seen in you A constant companion Fondly stroking the hair On his vexed forehead Sweating attire From kindergarten days Here in my senility I lie Unsung, drained of life Please do come So we can sing A carol or a bhajan To whatever that makes things click On this barren land of dreams Please do come mountain breeze On my knees am I In supplication In my dying caravanserai Of brittle mortal bones Ebbing senses and feels On a lonely desert plain