You -
Come as a welcome
Breath of cool wind,
Suggestive of fresh mint,
Tingling the prostrate body,
Tired and sleepy,
Under a thorny tree,
In the Thar Desert,
Making it relaxed;
You -
Waft in like a musical note,
Trapped in a vacuum for long, then
Released from that hollow by a young vocalist;
You -
Hold me, when I am down
But not out, in the arena,
The way a parent grabs,
The tiny hand of a crying baby,
In a dim-dark room,
And comforts by touch.
