Air

O' tricky children of the sphere
Mass of gasses and vapour dittoing to flare
Trickling through my nostrils to swear
That my life ever is you compounded air

O' smart invisible blare
Invisible, yet sun, moon, all twinkling to glare
Elated my eyes to swear
That my life ever is you compounded air

O' invisible solitaire
Of zephyr and thunder a melody you bear
Merry my ears swear
That my life ever is you compounded air

O' invisible painter
Of azure and 'bow an aesthetic you bear
Blown my mind enthralled to swear
That my life ever is you compounded air

Visible, audible, sensible for us everywhere
Of yourself are you aware
That scary too, now a smoky, toxic ware

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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