Few moments away from
being carried away by dust and storm !
Here I lay silent in the dark ,
In two yards of terrain
in my resting ground !
Now am away from frenzied crowd !
Far away from madding sound !
The fancy garb I adorn , feels so warm !
Free and calm , fearless I have become !
Am on my way ,can hear eternal sounds !
No tremors I face ,
no more I frown !
Fragile I have become , lighter than air
lost my aspect !
Few moments away from being carried by the soil !
Few flowers you placed ,will be washed away by the storm !
The fancy garb I adorn will remain buried in the ground !
My memories will fade in days to come !
WONDER
A QUEST I RAISE
When my each fragment was raised from dust and storm
my remains would be rendered to either ashes or flames
how could the soil I was made from got carried away
with glister and glaze
WHY DID IT WAIT FOR CONTENTMENT ALL LIFE
why couldn't it resist opulence nor could it wait
when it was aware
THE ULTIMATE OF LIFE
IS
TWO YARDS OF TERRAIN
The glister and glaze would be left behind !
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