Dust


​What am I
But a fistful dust
In the winds of time.

And an old tale
Long lost beneath
Those few words.

If ever you read
I will get that day
One name, one face.

And one address
In your heart where
That forever awaits.

I wait, I wait.

© Arindam Dey

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