When a particle of sand asked the desert, <br />Why the wind carries me from place to place? <br />Why I am not a particle of the fertile soil? <br />That withstands the heavy rains and blow of winds, <br />I see a beautiful life that I don't have. <br />I am jealous Oh my full! Please do something. <br /> <br />The desert smiled and said, look at me, <br />I am made of infinite sand particles, <br />That is why I am neat and clean and pure, <br />For becoming a fertile soil you will have to accept, <br />Rotten and impure organic substances, and then, <br />You will be fertile but dirty and impure. <br />You are pure like an angel with shines and brightness, <br />See your beauty when you reflect sun light and moon light. <br /> <br />The sand particle cried and told the desert, <br />If I shall be a particle of a fertile land, <br />I shall produce grains and fruits and flowers, <br />I shall enjoy the lovely showers, and when, <br />Greenery will come out of me, the sons and daughters, <br />Of Adam and Eve will call me a mother, <br />My Full! Let me become dirty and impure! <br />I want to reproduce, let the wind carry me to a fertile land.<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-particle-of-sand/
