Thou Art Dust Poem by Vishorag Shadja

Do you ever wonder about,
And do you ever see the clout…
That Time carries around,
Opportunities that be abound.

Askingthe question ‘what if'
Have a semblance of love's whiff…
Would it help you be seen,
In the light of what could have been.

Cry over spilt milk all you want,
Let your emotions get rampant…
Possibility of whatever it may be,
It might have helped you see.

Time that has passed by,
You think with a heavy sigh.
There is still hope left for you…
And I really pray that is true.

From dust you've come here,
Let me tell you not to fear.
Life's purpose is for you to discern,
And unto dust you shall return.