It s a small world. written for a composition cont

It’s a small world. Yet I’m even smaller.
Sky is living on air; it is greater than me.
Wind is chasing the void; it is stronger than me.
And the corner I live in resembles the middle as no bound is seen.

From the cage, unembracing like deserts,
I have nothing but voice, burn to shout, but it’s stuck in the throat,
But the speech is addressed to the One who created the language
Many ages ago.

It’s a small world. Small, like a baby,
In a cradle, called Universe, rocked by Eternity,
It amuses itself, unaware of it,
Reaching out for stars, like for candies.

Being part of this fidgety child, it’s quite hard
Not to have all its restlessness, yet it is harder to keep it at bay.
And the hardest is to be able of singing while bursting. But
I will try anyway.

Thank You, who created me small, like a pin in Your hand.
Like a pin, which is harder than rocks,
Being softer than clouds, I’m filled with Your Love
Like a stream may be golden with light.
Skinflint’s chests, hidden and locked,
Learn embrace to sustain the exuberance bigger than them.

It’s a small world. Oh, no. It is great like a snowflake. And one sits and wonders how could such a creature be born. Unbelievable, like unicorns, but perfectly real, like my hand. Alluring and awesome, just like the Woman. Hardy and curious, just like the Man.

It’s a small world. That’s why everyone is unique.