Breeze

Breeze, It was just a Breeze

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Breeze,
It was just a Breeze
That struck me one day.

Dawn
Was all I could make out
From my eyes just opened.
For I had a whole day that lied ahead
Journey was its name I coined.
Inexperienced, ill-trained I set my eyes on it.
From a side, extended a hand
Emotions played their part, I stood up and joined.

Hours passed by,
Noon came too soon.
My legs were weak, but fit enough for the streak.
I saw the breeze tremble a hundred times, but never failed to fit my old rhymes.
I saw it stop altogether, later flow again,
Again it stopped, flew again,
And again and again.
I ceased to count.

Dusk
Was all I could make out now,
From my eyes tired and teary
For the day that passed by
Journey was its name I coined.
Experienced, well-drilled now, I glanced back at the day.
I saw the hand retreat and depart,
Emotions played their part,
I fell down.
My legs, both of them dead.

Breeze
It was just a breeze,
That struck me one day.


By Lakshay Dhupar