The night wind sighs, in tall dark trees,Kissed by a half-hearted moon
The stars gyrate in perpetual gloom
In a nameless cosmic freeze.
And I look up at the trees, to find
A loving thought, a faceless name
Oft repeated in a fruitless game
With myself, with rules I have defined.
I am the night wind, I am sighing.
An unwanted, foresaken force,
Of a pain borne of lifeless chores
In a barren, cloudless sky I’m dying...
...In endless years an endless death,
Life being blown out breath by breath.
- Geeta Saxena
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