They have not put wind in pipes yet.
Their wind is yet to form in breeze.
But once a breeze begins it will end
In whoosh through gaps in window,
A light indistinguishable from wind.
An apple goes up and down an Adam
A circle of girl lips is mango’s cuckoo
A deaf bird marking the school time
A breeze shushing an old man pipal-
They were small children, little birds.