A Believer

Me a speck of dust

insignificant particle 

May be a believer or 

may be not….

Yet here I am…,

here I am with

topaz rays of the

glorious Sun on my 

malformed face.

Azure brook flowing

gently through my

blistered feet.

Fluttering of crushed

leaves, music to 

mine ears.

Buzzing of bees, melody

of  fallen florets.

Beats of mine unborn in

the womb of violated


May be a believer

or may be not…

Yet here I am.








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