Dust

When she looks up at the sky,

With the golden moon and the bright Venus,

While tracing the constellation of Orion,

She thinks, how she is just,

A little speck of dust in this cosmos,

What can possibly hurt her, right?

Oblivious to the fact that,

The next moment the air flies her away,

The water from the ocean splashes at her,

She finds herself in the middle of an erupting volcano,

But, she’s just a little speck of dust in this cosmos,

What can possibly save her, right?

FLY, I SAY