a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

I am sand; live in small particles;
My home is desert and ocean shore;
An ant in volume; can fly in a puff;
Fit me in fist, I smoothly glide out.

No value ever in the eyes of world;
No value ever, moving in pain around;
None here weep for me in this world;
Am sand, all kick me out of the world.

But have you ever travelled in desert?
And for volume, ever witnessed tempest?
In scorching heat step out and realize;
See roaring sea how I have contained.

Don’t treat me weak, don’t take me so;
If off shame, land and sky I will blow.