O wind, I feel thy pleasure
Upon my face when you pass by
Why not show yourself
Why are thou so shy
I come to the open ground to meet thee
I see the trees waving and know thou are here
Come on show yourself, feel free
Why not come out, what do you fear
I have waited my entire life
Thought thou would show
I have not even brought a wife
The reason thou already know
Blow my corpse away when I die
Try come and meet me
I am going to see my god
Just like I am going to see thee
It is thee, which made me believe
God is present too
‘Cause I feel the god I can't see
The way I feel you
Syed Ibrahim
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-134/
