I could hear Wind roaring
In languages unknown to me.
It was lonely –
Lonely as the cold desert!
Sometimes loud and scary
At times silent and creepy.
I could feel
His dry tears of loss.
I was weather-beaten,
And my brain – tired!
I tried and tried
Oh, but Wind
Never let me
Know his secrets!
I Think So 
That wretch, the wind, he comes by and teases with his secrets here too!
Then I think, I have plenty, too, don’t I? I’ll let him keep his, today 🙂
Lovely poem, Bindu!
He does? But I tell him all my secrets as he’s such a sweet confidant. Glad he didn’t disclose any of them to you. 🙂
Your secrets are safe. I didn’t part with any of mine though 🙂
🙂
That was beautiful, reads like a classic poem.. wow!! 🙂 I think I know a man like that… the dry tears of loss, explains a lot sad people I know.