Sparkling Dust

As the golden ray sneaked out of the window,

It made a trail of shattered gold on a carpet,

In the room, I saw,

The dust travelling through the trail, untouched.

It glowed, sparked and reflected,

They never collided, instead,

Made way respectfully for a particle to pass,

I think, they are fireflies from the land of Lilliputs.

They rotated, like the Earth, near each other,

As they threw out sparks of pink and blue,

I blew on them softly and saw them,

Getting scattered in utter bewilderment.

What beauties does the world have,

Whether dust or gold, both shines,

Next time, when you see a dusty place,

Blow on it, under the light and see…