A hustling wind....

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Am just a hustling wind
Whistling all the way.....unseen
Waving away....a little gust near ears...
Making my presence felt
And at some point .....
Dissolving in absolute nothing.
Sometimes a smoke I am....
And sometimes pushing raindrops,
Sometimes with the fog I emerge
And settle down as a drop of dew...
With dawn, I wake up as a breeze....
Cool and full of energy .....
At nights.....I howl my greatest fears
And sleep in the trembling cage.....
Sometimes I rise with the dawn
At noons I collide with the bright
At dusk I melt with the purple and orange syrups
At nights... I hide in the shadows away from the light.....
Singing my unsung songs to who can hear all......

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