I am
Just a Particle of Dust, Whirrling with Wind
Please Don't Ask Where I am Placed
Dew Wets Me, Sunshine Burn
Not only Gardens But
All Deserts Belongs to Me
I Have No Status
I Have No Society
Just a Thought That
Whole World is Mine
I am Not Worth Anything For You
So Distances are Just for Excuse
No Door, No Opening for My Fate
Suffering of Journey are My Home
I am
Just a Particle of Dust, Whirrling with Wind
Please Don't Ask Where I am Placed
म ो ह ि न ् द र क ु म ा र
Mohinder Kumar
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