I am not a winged bird
But I can fly
In the vastness of the universe
In the timelessness of the sky
Flapping my virtuous wings of the virtual
I write my name in visual
Appear they in white and black
Endless energy they tap
Energized with friends’ positives
They become confluence of holy rivers
They are but part of boundless ocean
Of poetry, written from time immemorial
Drops of wisdom captured in varieties,
They are the light, water, dust and air
Oh! I take pride for
Being the tiniest
Of these tiny dusts.
Tiniest Dust
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