Tiniest Dust Poem by Bharati Nayak

Tiniest Dust

Rating: 4.9


I am not a winged bird
But I can fly
In the vastness of the universe
In the timelessness of the sky
Flapping my virtuous wings of the virtual
I write my name in visual
Appear they in white and black
Endless energy they tap
Energized with friends' positives
They become confluence of holy rivers
They are but part of boundless ocean
Of poetry, written from time immemorial
Drops of wisdom captured in varieties,
They are the light, water, dust and air
Oh! I take pride for
Being the tiniest
Of these tiny dusts.

Thursday, June 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poetic expression,poets
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 12 April 2016

Beautiful marriage of philosophy and poetry- - thoughts like birds making their way through infinity- your use of imagery defines your ability as a poet to reach your audience with just the right words and scenes.

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Bharati Nayak 13 April 2016

Thank you Susan Williams for reading and encouraging me.

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 27 June 2015

Truly, nothing is a big thing but accumulation of tiny things.

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Bharati Nayak 28 June 2015

Thank s for your kind comments.We are all part of the boundless energy that form the ocean of poetry.

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Sankar Sarkar 29 June 2015

Life is not beyond the classic theme of five phenomena (i.e five elements) being rooted in the depth of philosophy relating to life and world, tiniest dust like a feeling of Universal Feeling has been personified and embodied in this poem by the poet.; however the first four lines in this poem got ignited in its infinite perspective, and five lines in middle get broken its cadence of thought, but last eight lines have taken again the poetic theme to a classic corner to spread its universal flavor........it would be better if the poet could sustain her inner tremor of thought to the last....thanks a lot

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Nabakishore Dash 06 December 2021

Fabulous poem with a good philosophy.

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Ranjan Kumar Ghosh 20 January 2018

But I can fly In the vastness of the universe In the timelessness of the sky Flapping my virtuous wings of the virtual I write my name in visual Appear they in white and blackmadam so sweet poem thanks for shearing 10++++-

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Glen Kappy 03 July 2017

bharati, hi i like the image this summons for me- a shaft of light coming through a tree, a door, a window full of dust motes. all of them poems. glen

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Bharati Nayak 28 May 2016

Thank you very much.Your comments as well as all friends' comments are the 'positives' that give strength to the tiniest dust to keep flying.

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Kishore Kumar Das 28 May 2016

Your humble poem renders magnanimous credits to other living and non-living elements.......that is the best method to gain wisdom...you may be the tiniest dust but your wisdom beggars description....

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