Many a times we are unable to speak what we wish to say. We want to express something to the person we like so much but can't gather the enough courage required for that. We hope our message to reach the person by itself, the wind being the messenger in between. But this happens so rarely and our message seldom reaches its destination.

WIND

What I saw, I say to the wind

And I hope that the wind would carry it

And speak my message to the person,

To the one it’s meant to be.

But the wind doesn’t act as I wish

It stops motion, comes to a standstill

Neither my message reaches, nor comes any reply

And helpless I stand, waiting for the wind to comply.