Fresh air

Like Cleopatra’s moods the fresh air,
glides in when I sweat profuse,
When I am cool and comfortable,
touches me and passes off
as the magic wand of a
mystical wizard,
yet, we have no mood to
abhor or abrogate you,
oh! Fresh air, you rule the universe,
how you come and go we know not,
I pity your predicament,
You are despoilt of your purity
by the garbage and human waste,
the stink of which merges you,
as the evil can pollute the good,
else how could we lose Paradise?
You are alone you are good and clean,
in my home garden how you breeze
me with the aroma of jasmine and rose,
in public you are easily corrupt,
oh! My dear don’t venture out of
precincts of your privacy.