DUST

It is dust from where I have risen
And its dust in which I’ll be buried
Along with all the tears I had cried
And the blood too that did bleed

Almost everything turned to dust
Being carried by the gust of wind
Settling and then scattering away
Along with the desires and greed

Everything seemed meaningless
All the wishes and the ambitions
And from the burden of survival
Finally a feeling as if being freed

Wins and losses that did accrue
Now were just timid occurrences
As now no regrets for the failure
Neither any aspiration to succeed

Presently indulged in nothingness
Feeling as if being with the winds
Without direction or destinations
As there isn’t anything else I need