Dust beneath my feet

Dust beneath my feet.
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Freeing the dust of my feet,
I sit beside river bank.
Thinking of nothing.
Asking for nothing.

Smaller is its size.
But not its identity.
For it exist even in Taj.
It exist beneath every feet.

Let the dust of my feet
Be freed onto water surface.
Though, I do not know
In which direction
Shall the wind blow?
Where shall it float and go?

It may face the hardest.
It may suffer the worst.
But one thing is for sure,
From sunrise to sundown
It shall move on and go on.
Like how does our life
Moves on and goes on.

O my dear!
The dust of my feet.
Leave me and go free.
Though, I know 
I am freeing the same
Of which I am made of.

For now sayonara and goodbye.
But I promise to meet you,
In my graveyard, when I die.
Because
Ultimate truth shall remain same
For now and for ever.
That when we die,
Our graveyard shall hold
Dust and only dust
In and around it.
Nothing else.

Still 
Freeing dust of my feet,
I sit beside river bank.
Thinking of nothing.
Asking for nothing.
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