Grandeur of The ParticlesA Poem by SA bright and shining ray Tiptoes in my room, Through the gap in the curtains Wearing dusty costume . I see specks of golden motes Sparkling in mid air, Dancing to their own rhythm Twirling round in flair. Tiny splinters spinning , Creating a scene so serene. Each particle glistening, Never seen dust so clean. The beauty untainted, which My hands stretch out to seize. In the opening of my fist Not a dot of dust is seen. I draw the curtains away and let the sunlight float, The space around me comes to life With the multitude of motes. Every particle within in my reach Yet never close enough, Their shapes dancing on my skin Nothing more than an illusion , a bluff. In the dance of their con A treasured lesson I learnt, Things we thought were ours to take But which really weren't. Our ardent yearning to own The beauty that we see But the splendors to be solely ours is never meant to be. This view is so sublime, that I no longer feel so poor. I try to satisfy my wishes by basking in their grandeur. The magnificence surrounds me now Yet I fold my hands in disdain. Even though my covetous heart disagrees At least my mind is sane. © 2015 S |
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Added on April 16, 2015 Last Updated on April 16, 2015 |