How Is The Dust? Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

'How is the dust? '
The great man asked,
Everybody remained silent,
As they didn't understand the question,
Only the eminent pilgrim smelt
The great meaning of this question
In his sublime inner self,
So he confidently answered,
'The dust of the sacred world
Is glorious and impeccable in every sense, '
Soon the great soul smiled with ease and said to the famous traveller,
'Your answer is absolutely apt and to the point.'