A Sand Granule

A sand granule is but an experienced stone.

Here I am, recollecting the forgotten days;

Here I am, once again, all withered, all alone.

My life has lived many ends;

All the beginnings have now started to clone.

The mysteries and thrills from the future seem to disappear;

All the ‘bonheur’ from it seems to be deboned.

And a sand granule bears alike rains, winds and sunshine,

Drifting a whole life on the same rail road,

The one seen from the grey window,

Where hangs a grey wind-chime.

Surrounded by many similar granules,

But still forlorn;

Pray, what can I be?

But an experienced stone!

Mandovi Jadoun©.