A wish

A cool breeze was touching my skin
It blew away the warmness from body
That was struggling to breathe,

Oh breeze, I said
You are so kind & smart
Why don’t you stay with me?

Breeze replied:
My nature is not to stay at one place
But to spin from city to city
Under this roof called sky,
Being caged or planted
At one place is death to me.

I asked:
Please, can you carry
My message to her?
How is she doing?

She is just like you,
Can’t be seen nor touched
But still able to bring
Freshness to my heart.

by Marwand Bahand