Speck One

An open stage.

Bigger than the Colosseum,

Longer than the Nile.

More colourful than a rainbow,

Boundaries far aside.

Innumerable dancers,

All lined up in between;

As stars in a galaxy

As atoms in a being,

As the spot on a bald head-

Donning brown and green.

Around them, land-

Some with stairs, chairs or sand-

To house a billion onlookers;

Like children on a trance,

Like losers with a chance

Like a handicap on a prance:

Most cleaned, others left alone.

Just one speck though.

The sole audience to a ticketless play-

Watching the ladies in brown and green sway

Alternatively in direction-

Mesmerized.

On that expanse of sand.

At that open stage.

Every single day.