Me.....A Grain of Sand!
I don’t know what carried me
I don’t know what I am made of
I don’t know where my origin is
Simply lying with millions of other grains
I make this desert my place of living
I don’t know how long I have travelled
I don’t know how long I will sustain
Time is a wicked witch…
I know... it will break me further
I know... it will break me further
I lose my shape…I reduce my size
After years of struggle all I become is
Nothing more than fine dust
But there is still a thing called hope…
May be sooner or later
May be some time in near future…..
The winds may blow in reverse gear
The winds may take me back to my source
May be I reach provenance I belong
May be I reach provenance I belong
May be I meet with my very own soil
The soil which is composed of me
The soil which is contained in me
May be I reach the destiny where I am
May be I reach the destiny where I am
(For Poetry Jam: Deserts)
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