I wish I could....

A sudden gush of wind.......
holds my hand...
Revealing a passion,
A burning obsession,
A fervid desire......
Like minds on fire...
It makes me to think,
Over and again...
About minds so profane....
I wish i could,
I think i should....
Noone dares and gathers,
The directionless flakes...
They wish they could,
They think they should...
Who dares to hold the wind...
Swerve the direction??
Make it ensconce
in the boundaries so lost...
Once marked with pride and values.
We wait and watch...
We think, we wish...
To make a niche...
Where someone let the birds free..
Let them live on a tree.
The tree - our nation..
The birds - courage, honesty and jubilation.