The below piece of writing is about how I choose to do small and big things in a rebellious way(so it seems to many) i.e., in a way opposite to the usual practice.
Standing with the crowd
All wait for the wind to blow
the birds,…. the kites,…… the sand
the black, the white and the tanned
the trash, the pollen, the tides and ebbs
the blind with wind chimes
& the drunk with their kegs
take the route carved by the wind-blower.
Meanwhile, I ponder about the course
which will stop me with all its force