Language Of The Breeze

The breeze sweeps gently through my skin,
It touches my cheek, for it tickles;
It sways through my heart and then chuckles;
Trying to convey the 'Secret of Secrets'.

Secrets that connect my soul to earth.
Fervour in heart,keen I search;
To fail at times though not forever.

I unravel the 'Language of Languages',
To find the 'Language of the Breeze'.
Secrets once told, fills my heart,
To find what's love and life!

Accomplishing my quest,
Here I am, here I stand,
On top of 'Secrets of the Breeze'.

ANN V CHACKO