It flows, it blows
It’s into everyone’s veins and blood
Touch of significance, nudge of tickling
Never Partial as in rich and poor
a bridge of ecosystem
Oceans are nothing but its slaves
Ruthless to trees, dance or root-less
A way-finder to clouds
A fragrance of tranquility
Is it the omnipresent god, we talk about?
With its eyes, ears every where
Soulfully existing in every particle..
Don’t get me wrong, it’s on you how you wear this cloak..
My only question, why this cloak doesn’t show itself
Why Air doesn’t show itself..