“Are you feeling good?” It asked. I gave my nod of affirmation.
“Am I cool?” It probed further. I smiled and said yes.
“How come I can feel you, yet you remain unseen?” It was my turn to ask a question.
“Perhaps I am a Lite version of God.”
Saying this, it nudged the clouds out of my sight and ruffled the tall grass to my right.
And then it ceased as suddenly as it had sprung up.
Maybe that is how even life is.
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That Odia Boy 
Wonderful.Short but superb.
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Hena..thanks a lot for liking it!
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How well life has been compared to the breeze! So profound thought. Wonderfully penned down. Loved these short thought provoking lines. Keep it up 😊
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Thank you so much Sunanda as always 🙂
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Your words blend well and captivate the reader 👌
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Thank you so much Geeta!! 🙂 🙂
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Wonderful poem talking about breeze and life. You are right life is like a breeze.
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Thank you so much Preeti! Yes even life can cease as suddenly just as a breeze can.
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