#20, PRECHI POEMS/POETRY: THE WIND OF DESTINY

Fuuu…. Fuuu…
The wind of destiny moves passes the city
It has just passed
And there is wailing on the street
The poor widow mourning the only one who suckled her breast
Unveiling the reminiscence of her short lived marriage
On the next street is the crescendo of disco
Merriment galore in the mansion of the merchant
The arrival of the seventh born

Fuuu… Fuuu…
The despotic wind moves passes the battle field
Soldiers all in patriotic spirit
Fighting tirelessly in sole love for nation
Combining power of intelligence and strength
In the middle of bombings and shootings
Till the battle is victoriously lulled
Then the wind of destiny comes with history
To absorb into fame those it pleases
Sieving others like chaff meant for trash bin
Labeling them the unknown soldiers
With all their struggle forgotten like a mirage

Fuuu… Fuuu…
The passing wind has come again
Passing through fortified buildings and sealed boxes
It has passed
And items have vanished while some multiplied
Stomachs moaning but some over filled
Children with silver spoons but some with none
Some trekking while some in cars
Some allowed to continue struggling
Others forced to eternal retirement

The wind of destiny has come and gone
Soon to return for the next perambulation
To allot fortune and misfortune
All praying with faith for good fate
But the wind of destiny is never predictable.