I, cosmic dust
Miniscule life
In a gigantic universe ...
My watch measures time
In a circular frame
In a thoughtful cosmos
Refusing to surrender
Its breath
Along with the eternal sun
Rays rotate in the dial
On the lawns of Qutab
In a winter afternoon.
Travelers, thirsty and tired
Quench thirst inside the inns
Among the thorny branches
When camels survived.
A group of mules knocks at my door
I am busy teaching of environment
Gasp for breath near my verandah
My youngest student holds a tumbler of water
For mules thirsty and forgotten
In an insensitive world
Arriving at a brink of destruction.
