This vagrant wind
Is asking me something.
Whether it asked you too?

The maneuvering sutures
On the head,
are writing something constantly,
I'm unable to understand.

The Wagering monsoons of Life
Crossing my paths,
Might have something to say,
Which I could not understand.

Amidst all these bewildering days,
Amidst all these bemused nights,
There is one reason to stay on
N' say I'm fine.

YOU.