In a limbo where the earth burns and the sky shone, I am dust,
bathed in a gasoline, the flick of a lighter blown, I am dust.
Would the infinite sky appear bleak, if one less star blinks at night?
Would the infinite sky appear bleak, if one less star blinks at night?
Like many, a leaf amongst trees where lives are nurtured, I am dust.
In the babel of aarti and azaan red streaks drip as the knife’s edge
interrogates me, “who are you?”, Nothing, I intone “I am dust”
Her breath closer than ever as I, close my eyes and leave them all
behind the first leaves of spring, underneath a headstone I am dust.
Before a framed face, dolorous eyes meet in a half smile,
as I, between their finger and memories, slip alone I am dust.
On their lips a whisper trails off, I become word without an article,
Before a framed face, dolorous eyes meet in a half smile,
as I, between their finger and memories, slip alone I am dust.
On their lips a whisper trails off, I become word without an article,
Maybe a celebrated sculpture, like mandalas blown, I am dust.
My poetry is a scathing rhythm, it ran deep down in me and I had
put the bullets myself, they handed only a gun, in war zone I am dust,
My poetry is a scathing rhythm, it ran deep down in me and I had
put the bullets myself, they handed only a gun, in war zone I am dust,
Till then in archives of time I, first born to my name shall
fuse in sands, between now and forever, unknown, I am dust.
I like how you use the refrain to convey how big the universe is and how little one person maters. The line about how the sky won't become bleak if one less star blinks is beautiful and really carried forward the spirit of the poem.
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