They said, the wind is called the breeze.
It is gentle and soft just like a warm spring noon.
They comfortably left out the aberrant part,
That wind is what causes typhoons and tornados.
They said, the sky is called the infinite whole.
It is blue, and universal just like sum of all functional parts
They mistook to mention the typical fact,
That sky too can be grey at times, angry and sad.
They said, the love engenders all the infinities and beyond.
It is gentle and encompassing just like the utopia of absolutes.
They feared to mention it’s oceanic depth of encapsulation,
That it is a product of and produces the very abyss of darkness.