Still…

Dust flies and flies on dusty things,
Walk. There is a concrete surface still.

Wind blows, blows everything,
Blow not you, then there remains everything still.

Fallen roofs, broken walls, ruined cottages,
There are trees, stones, and soil still.

Rays come and go, nothing stops until you.
Breath. There is fresh air of dawn still.

O Noblest of all creatures of His mighty creation!
Despair not, there is a stillness of still, still.

© Shujaudeen Shuja