Jacinta Nevis D'souza
Earth -Womb & Grave
When the wind touches me and passes by,
i look in how lucky am i to be below the sky,
but all of us are the same then different why,
why on earth there is both truth and lie.
Man is made from dust and will go back to dust,
why do some faces smile, with their hearts at rust.
why there is always a rush to be first,
why no one wants to be last.