Listen to the cry of dust
Every speck of dust
Like human heart lying
Crowded along the white road
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Very good poem; a speck of dust is like the nucleus of a cell; it contains the essence of the whole and the whole contains millions of such specks...
An expression of life, dust is a grey hope for life lived to the full and hope for eternity in a land unknown! Brilliant write!
Am ever inferior to her magnanimity My heart melts down with her cry her is dust? ? in this and a second poem i read this week, the author writes of soil and dust. i don't do well interpreting what i will call abstract poetry, and i don't understand some (most) of this poem. bri :)
Crowded along the white road; with the muse of life's own journey. Nice work.
We are all products of the dust of distant and long gone stars, destined to give up our atoms in an endless cycle of rebirth. The poet, Sankar displays his wisdom and writing skill in making the reader understand this impermanence and the folly of mortal pride and greed.
Before we were born we did not exist in physical form on this earth and after we die we will return to dust. Earth allows for life and accomodates us in death by making our remains blend with the dust of the earth.
Everything in this world is having a perish sometimes. Everything born is destined to death. The earth takes back the life. Here the poet very majestically tells the things in poetry and it is a good poetry to be enjoyed.
What an authentic piece! loved every single line of it.