D U S T
In the dust of wicked worries,
we are lost; find no time to live,
In the dust of obstinate ego,
we find hard, to help and give.
In the dust of rusty resentment,
we are left, with no peace within,
In the dust of regrets from past,
we put laughter and smile, in bin.
Find time and dust off your mind,
be vigorous, stronger than before,
Or else, happiness is hard to find,
if dust is piled, in mind’s store.
March 28, 2017.
Inspired by the contest Dust.
Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2017
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