An irrelevant story gazes forlornly at the end of time
A pesky particle with his kins follow the breeze to promise-land
The universe is vast with unreachable horizon as its spine
Yet the dust moves ahead wherever wind takes it, never shies
Jovial pesky matter dancing along the journey
The rays of sun paves the path for dust vividly
Whirling light-weight as the gutsy wind takes it to places
Golden swirls magnificent in solace of shadow
Darkness of surroundings cannot dampen the beauty so mellow
An Indian Princess 