BREEZE..............

As flowers sways in breeze,
  My mind sways in breeze,
It searches for purity and ecstasy,
 Where to find it ?where to exactitude it ?
My soul becomes aargh,abate and abominable,
 My mind urges me to go-ahead with world,
But I feel abnegation, I candid,
 Oh! my dearie breeze lift me,
Into the world of truthfulness.

I feel grim to live in this world,
  My lovey breeze, blew a pure wind,
To restrain my slough,
  Your sonorous sound with light wind,
Is pleasant,take me breeze and give
  Blissfulness with pure love,
Which makes me to get rid off impurity,
  Oh! my sweet breeze give me
Cheerfulness and confident with the sense of purity.

I'm rhapsodising about breeze,
  but I'm soulful about world,
Why there is contrary and desolate?
  Destroy those baneful creatures as ashes,
From this world, take over it my dearie,
  Breeze,breeze,breeze................
I need pure breeze with zeal,
  Give me purity and ecstasy,
Blew a bright and light wind
  To suss the world.