Humility
A mote A mote
Floating on air Floating
Tossed hither Tossed
And tither, Hither
Going where it's toss'd. Whereever...
Perhaps Singular claim
Its only claim To fame
To fame Irritation
Is irritation In the eye!
In one's eyes.
Scintilla! Scintilla!
A fire Fire in reflected light
On reflected light Part of the dust of ages!
A mite of the dust
Of Ages.
Copyright © Karam Misra | Year Posted 2016
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