V. Nayak

Breeze of the Charity ✨

I kiss the soil,
I kiss the wind,
I kiss the soul,
I smell the mint.

I plant thou seeds,
the chamber of mortality
though I am stuck myself,
wandering in charity.

I cry, I play
I fight, I slay.
I love the day,
though I know it won\'t stay.

I feel the kiss,
the reply via wind.
I sense the soul
of one that stings.