Mischievous Wind

A sunny morning fumed Its brightness set aside Stink oddness all the way But the field was not empty Pellets were still active Explosions keep the place vibrant Some ran beside the lost haven In quest of life for sometime Wolf howl there after war Eagle eyes explore its meal Much generous than crooked killers Grave that set somewhere for him Authority designs your time Poor sledge to deaths mouth There by killing an array Chariot is ready for all There in the turn all enter its side All packed in a single loop There your fingers will be still But the soul will define brotherhood In this lawn your eyes are swathed You never feel it in this yard Probably feel good on heavens way Reborn as a human being! ! ! ! ! ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.