Dust

Do not do a mistake In hating me as ash or dust As once I was like you A solid piece Useful to every one And inside me held the worth of the world So pride went to the seventh sky But he could not stayed there for long As he felt very lonely and isolated And found there no boughs to hang upon Rather he saw cold shoulders and winkle brows Of the greater bodies, bigger stars After being humiliated, he changed course And chose to come down on amicable floor But alas! Before he could Humility had stolen the ladder So instead of having a smooth gliding He had a thundering crash on the ground Since then I am a devil’s snow House moss of a fallen angel Rolling lint of the roads Following your every step I worship your feet But tread on me with care Never ever disdain Or look upon me frowning Otherwise, I know better How to rise and dance upon your head.