Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Pollen in the Wind


I know not where I go. know not where I’ll be.
I trust the wind, my path she chose for me.
Millions of us, the potential of life
Pass through fields, torn with strife

All of us, in the wind we sway
Some of us die, others go astray
The chosen ones decide, where they fall
To beauty and grace, be trees so tall

I know no anger, jealousy or rage,
I’ll love you for always, though life’s a stage
I search for you, long to be warm
Close to your heart, away from scorn

Other than you, I need none
Maybe the wind, and maybe the sun
For my life is small, and before I’m thinned
Find you I shall, a pollen in the wind

2 comments:

Rajivkk said...

A touching poem, which came right from the heart. If at all we can believe that the wind would shove us to our destined path, it would become all the more so easy for every one of us to be the Pollen. Hope we all understand the blessings we get from the wind and the ones which we dont, but still affects us...The Wind Bless The Pollen :)

Vidhyashankar K said...

Thank you Rajiv for your deep meaning comment. I can see that perception is in the eye of the mind. Appreciate you taking the time to comment.