We are but a Speckle of Dust

Man is but an insignificant speck of dust in the vastness of the Universe. Yet he suffers from delusions of grandeur.

We are but a speckle of dust in the vast sky.

We stand and watch

the shimmering stars,

the gleaming light of the sun,

sombre allure of the moon

and glittering waves of the fluttering sea.

We are nothing in comparison.

Yet we stand tall,

radiating glow,

voicing verses,

brandishing thoughts,

brainstorming,

questioning in rage.

We point our fingers at the still pieces.

We malign the picture with out thoughts.

Because we are nothing but dust

ignoring the halo

and focusing on mundane

Aditi Kataria, lives in Jaipur, Rajasthan, India. Her poems have appeared in Ink Babies Llc. (Issue 1, 21), Blydyn Square Review (Fall, 21) and Morals (The Criterion, Vol 9, 2018). She considers herself as open, approachable, adaptable, curious and optimistic with art, literature and culture as few of her sundry arenas of interest.