the sands of time.........

A victim of the wind,
and smothered under the feet of all humanity,
does not thou wonder,
Why the creator of all world did give you existence??
Was it to traverse wherever the winds lead you?
Only to rest on all objects,unworthy and ancient alike....
and there too being always undesirable,
and dusted out of each resting place.......
Or was it to form whirlpools and twisters,
and assert and ferocity of mother nature?
Causing death and destruction unknown,
only to be cursed and dissolve back into this earth....
Or was it to shelter the dead souls?
Discarded by life and shunned by lords,
Which found place in the creases of your veil alone,
Only to decay and quench the appetites of worms therein......
Or was it to blot every adorned object,
with the fingery patterns that the children ,
doth design upon you??
Only to be cheated out of thy sleeping robe once again.......
Or was it to harbour rocks and pebbles??
Or to be the nuptial bed of roots and lower creations??
Or to tickle the senses of mortal vehicles,
With ur aroma,when the petals of water doth wet you??
O thou dust! forever seeking surface,
Why dont you question your maker,
for giving you no kith and kin and some form...
Some identity of ur own??
for why do you exist.......
sans purpose, sans shape, and sans soul.........