In the dusts of time ,I am merely a particle blown away,
from deserts to plains, mountains and vales,
in the weather of the time,in any condition,
I just froze and sometimes got melted…
Where do I lie?what is my place?
within the infinite space,
Are there any co ordinates,
that hold me in their state?
I am just a speck in the whole universe,
does my existence …
create a difference to others?
I am an atom of the past ,
displacing and inciting the moments,
transcending from the shrivels of the time…
Lost in the storms of yearses,
drenched in rains, scorched in the sun,
The tiny particle of the creation…
survives the drastic changes of the world….