Petty fondness A speck of dust I am, in the grandness of life. A breeze of air I am, in the turmoil of south-wind. A smudge of ink I am, in the Epic of Gilgamesh. A dot of existence I am, in the realm of man. But I like the sand, how it feels so loose. But I like the blow, how it goes me through. But I like the poem, how it helps me grow. And I like being a human, how it makes me what I am. - Mr. Ahmed 19.02.25
A Reservoir of My Mind