A rough outer wind
With a broad roguish smile
Crossing the window pane
Looked askance at my face, and
In disbelieve
Pouted a unique look
At my becoming unaffected
By any sway of lies and falsehood
Rampant in the air
Without air and unpretentiousness
I kept secure
My bounty of innocence and
Inner truth, smiling; and
Let that ugly wind pass away
Gyrating and wriggling
With a pale look, crying
unrepentant in the air
for its foul breath
An excellent poem,thematically and stylistically.A pleasure to read !
So much thanks for thy excellent comments Vijay Nair Ji!
Once again the arrow of poetic intent is left quivering squarely in the middle of the subject’s bulls-eye.
So much thanks for thy precious comment dear sir Louis Kasatkin.