THE WIND — A Poem

Losing myself in the sound of the wind,

Let my soul fly high,

They sway my soul in the winds of dreams,

Embracing the light coming through.

The wind carries away my worries,

Carrying me to a serene place,

Where hope interlaces with dreams,

Dreams take flight without a trace.

With every puff, a story unfolds,

In the harmony of winds, the tale is told,

The voyage of the soul, yet to be controlled,

As wind melody carries me away.

-Iqra Tariq