Look at him, my dog, chase dust.
After all, dust defines us;
After all, dust defines us;
has moulded us into
monuments of wonder;
monuments of wonder;
into beings who wander,
seeking taller high-rises,
looking down at the
smallest wonders of the world.
Ashes scatter... Our souls stay,
fine, earthly, err... dusty!
Look at him, my dog, chase...
In awe, in joy, in angst even!
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| Masala Baby and I at Lodi Gardens, Delhi (Pic: Sreetama Bagchi) |
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