Who am i I am a mote of sand Shifting through The winding dunes Of time I am a scratched leaf Swaying under the Whims of wind Through the vast Unending brows Of forests In this planet I am a tiny Drop of rain Melding with the Arterial waterways Thus I am an infinitesimal Speck of life Amid the infinite circle Of an inordinately diverse life But how am i I am alive I can breathe I can percieve By myself Independently And this is the Sole reason Why i should aim To be contented With how I exist Isn't it