Wind and the Speck of Dust
The wind once took fancy on a speck of dust
Her joy knew no bounds when she discovered her luck
She twirled and she danced at the wind’s will
He carried her along over vales and hill
When he raged all bowed before him
He razed to the ground those who confronted him
The speck of dust saw his different forms
Missed the gentle touch with which he had lifted her from the ground
The little speck of dust lived in constant fear
She ceased to recognise her once gentle wind dear
The fear of being abandoned clawed at her soul
Though she danced to his whims his eyes were fixed on greater goals
When quiet, she would settle down on the ground
She knew the quiet was a farce a forerunner of greater fury and sound
She found herself being lost among the things he gathered in his course
Her sorrow knew no bounds and tears flowed out in full force
Her heart grew heavy drenched in her tears
Stranded she was on the ground for even the wind could not lift her
The wind being the wind had to blow for it was his nature
The speck of dust was left alone devoid of happiness and cheer.
sharmila menon
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