The wind had taken him from east to south
Where men were seen dancing on a lion’s mouth
Where their wishes were turned into unconditioned emotions
For their short lived lives lent nothing to spirituality
That engraved history on their feet and happiness
In their eyes

The wind and rains were where he drudged his time
For relying on its inevitability, he had his nest
And like a secret marriage
He was bound for the good
And for the worst.