324. DUST

I have turned into a stone
Rolling on to gather no moss.
I flow along with the brook
Carrying forward
The legacy of moving on.
Hurdles I do face
When the waves toss me
And break me
Into small pieces.
Yet at no cost
I would like
To change my state.
I would rather turn
From stone to dust
Passing through time
And merge  into the river
Unknown unheard
Like the million
Particles of sand
Then propagate about
My existence and presence
Or sacrosanct sacrifices
As I turn into dust.

@Binita Jha