It touched with its magic fingers
As I turned and tried to catch
It went far away from the notch
May it be called as breeze
Or which something that freeze
I could see its track
It left behind traces
What could it be and why it should be?
Am I the paragon to feel
The boat struggles to sail
The wind blows across lee
That treats the sea and ship as me
The wind keeps troubling the sea
As the life does the same for me
Still, I bargain with the wind
for which till my death no end
