The dust dissolves into abyss,
Slowly enticing the water to come.
Swirling in a world of myriad pebbles,
It transforms from simple to sublime.
The road is akin to its farmland,
One whose outcome is never known.
The dust carries the laborer's freedom,
The dust carries the employer's pride.
Ever so softly,ever so smilingly,
Ever so deftly,ever so lovingly.
It gets slapped and thrown on a cycle tire,
It gets roughed up and discarded beneath a feet.
Maybe a mother,maybe a father,
Surely a child not sitting on his seat.
I try to catch up with my buddy,
I try to believe I will some day.
Some day, the dust would settle,
That day,world would realize its mettle.

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