when the air blows
it takes my things away
to far as well as close
all my shirts lined up
reaches the neighbor's pup
he tears them and throws them back
now who wouldn't get vexed with this kind of stuff?
when the air blows
the rustling brown leaves fly to the sky
up there, between the clouds high
all the leaves come down
like a shower of tawny rain
some fall down on the ground
some fall down in the drain
when the air blows
it takes my opened umbrella away
I try to catch it but fail in the way
I catch the umbrella in such a way
it gets broken and lies in the heap of hay
I pick it up and get startled to hear the wind say-
"if you want I can blow all your things away, what's your say?"
-Arshia
POEM OUT LOUD 