Being a speck, never realising,

Born from nothing, destined to perish as ashes.

The form you shall see:

Many inveigle the thought; your

Perspective shall wither into thin air.

A thought of knowing shall be in words,

Words expressed by many, yet not knowing.

The formless essence of your form -

You shall observe the words expressed by many.

Many smile sarcastically at 

Your ineptitude,

Rather than at themselves.

You have a world unseen by others,

A formless form unseen by others.

Your identity is not for others to define;

Your identity is for you to realise.

The formless form you have been,

Travelling a beautiful journey in solitude.

As an observer, observe the being;

You, a speck, let your light illuminate

The world for those searching for light.

By Orbindu Ganga

From: India

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