Little birds, little children

They have not put wind in pipes yet. Their wind is yet to form in breeze. But once a breeze begins it will end in whoosh through gaps in window, a light indistinguishable from wind.

An apple goes up and down an Adam .A circle of girl lips is mango’s cuckoo, a deaf bird marking the school time, a breeze shushing an old man pipal .

They were little children, little birds.