Foul Breath

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

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