Of studies

I'm a speck on the vast field of knowledge
The field that is above and under the sky
A lot to observe and absorb
--Else what is the purpose of this life ?

As and when wind blows this speck
Drifts here and there doing its job
Of accepting and rejecting depending its value
--Else it would be like the frog in the well.

Though only a speck , it has its likes and dislikes
It neither likes to adhere nor to dissolve
Yet like to remain on the surface
--Else it will lose its identity.