A delicate blade of grass, a tiny reed, a frail leaf, a drooping flower,
a vapour, a dew-drop, a disappearing cloud, a last ray of evening sun,  a fading colour, a feather, a breath, a word, a languishing song, a sad smile, a blink, a shadow, a speck in time, a droplet in life's ocean, tears, solitude, aloneness, namelessness, a soon-to-be nothing--  this is what I am.

I have nothing--all that I can claim as mine is my humility.