Whirling Dust Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Took me somewhere else,
The whirling dust.
Weightless I felt
In my own room.

Through out the days
I walked and walked,
Yet I reached nowhere.
My shadow laughed at me
And I remained there
As I was with the reasons
Not known to me.

They all showed
Red flags and utter words
In a foreign language.

With all roots cut
I joined with vacant lots
And ignite all to
Come forward for a fresh fight
With foes within.