DUSTY
At end of journey returning to dust.
Is that the end of life ?
Mortal body mixes with dust
What about soul, if it really exists.
Will that also to extinct ?
Then life turns meaningless.
So many emotional involvements
are totally baseless.
At every step humans try their best to
build life , but seems in vain.
Dust, small scrap tiny dirt,
humble modest always under feet
skips notice, attention, yet quite smart.
In own status, staying satisfied and fit,
kisses the dead offering last treat.
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