time comes, time goes
leaving a dust of thoughts on our minds
some part of this dust is of gold
make you remember the happy and
winning days of yours.
some part is of silver, make you remember
the love of the people around you
and how much they care.
some part of the dust is of iron, an iron ladder made of
the hardwork and sweat,
climbing which you make yourself unique
and some part is of sand, pure earthen sand
which don’t make you remember, rather
get diffused into and becomes an inseparable part of you
you are one of the persons, who are the
sand part of my dust...
sometimes i really miss you.