Dust and Sand

 I drive toward a library

To fetch word-windows

For students I dearly love.

My rickety scootey and I

Become one with fine dust.

It's in the air everywhere - 

The hour of go-dhooli- 

When the cattle return home.

With a bag full of colorful stories

I return home, an old song

Perched on my mind

Floating from somewhere in the wind.

Dusk's dust smear my eyes

I bathe away the day at night.

In the deep ocean blue

And golden sunrise hues

My days go well and not - 

Sands of time keep flowing away

Yet the hour glass stands true.