Tiniest Dust

I am not a winged bird
But I can fly
In the vastness of the universe
In the timelessness of the sky
Flapping my virtuous wings of the virtual
I write my name in visual
Appear they in white and black
Endless energy they tap
Energized with friends' positives
They become confluence of holy rivers
They are but part of boundless ocean
Of poetry, written from time immemorial
Drops of wisdom captured in varieties,
They are the light, water, dust and air
Oh! I take pride for
Being the tiniest
Of these tiny dusts.

by Bharati Nayak

Comments (23)

But I can fly In the vastness of the universe In the timelessness of the sky Flapping my virtuous wings of the virtual I write my name in visual Appear they in white and blackmadam so sweet poem thanks for shearing 10++++-
bharati, hi i like the image this summons for me- a shaft of light coming through a tree, a door, a window full of dust motes. all of them poems. glen
in your PH photo, you don't LOOK like 'a tiny dust'! do i need eyeglasses? new ones? oh, it is poetic expression; NOW i get it. intriguing. am i, then, also dust? is that why my wives have treated me like dirt? bri :)
Thank you very much.Your comments as well as all friends' comments are the 'positives' that give strength to the tiniest dust to keep flying.
Your humble poem renders magnanimous credits to other living and non-living elements.......that is the best method to gain wisdom...you may be the tiniest dust but your wisdom beggars description....
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