Specks of dirt
Now I am free
again,
To die,
In the jungles of
reason
I have found a new
toy.
One rare day, I
witnessed along with
Shy morning
sunlight beam
A dew drop’s fall
From the tip of a
leaf to the ground
Rolling over
It created riot of
colors,
Till got swallowed
by the earth
And I recorded a
memory
To roll around,
Even though when I
stood up to leave
All that remained
was
A speck on the
dirt.
It took a few days
to sink in,
That if you look
from
Far enough above,
We all are just
specks of dirt,
Even the galaxy
can become a dot.
Enlightened with
joy,
I carved a saying
‘If you can’t
laugh at yourself,
Then count the
stars’.
With a smile,
proud and tall
I walked away,
One in a 5 billion
human toy
Moving
in a sphere of clay.
1 comment:
Specks of dirt:
Kinda being a pseudo-philosopher-poet, comparing a human being with galaxy to escape silly everyday emotional aches and a… “Seekers of truth, beware of pride when you find it”… Kinda loop in the 4th stanza, so don’t get trapped by the 5th stanza … or why not?
*(wrote this long back, when world population was more like 5 billion... sounds crazy now ;)
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