We all look the same, with no special power,
play in the wind and afraid of a shower,
so many cultures my eyes have seen,
emergence of earth is where my story begins.
With the dream of becoming one to million,
I started my journey with every break of a stone,
months passed and years passed,
so many miles surpassed,
I transformed your thoughts into wonders,
stayed with you in all blunders,
the blood and shades of lost generations,
possibilities of new civilizations.
Despite of all the witnesses, inanimate I am,
insignificant I am,
unnoticed and unknown,
but there will be always times,
in the utter darkness with no sight,
I'll be the proof of a ray of light.
A dust is what I'm called,
around me your life is revolved.
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