Times when you are but a speck in a desert..
Lost and found like every other cohort...
Screeching silence kills every sound...
Till you remain nothing but a particle on a mound...!!
You sit there watching helplessly..
The caravans going past...
Dreams of yester years..
And the shadows they cast..
How long the winds will hold me..
If I do not fly...
Before long I should realize ..
My limit is the sky...
Come alive you speck of grain...
and stand tall where you sat hopeless..
Look around and you will find..
You just added the height to the mound nonetheless..!!
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