On The Sands of Time

Beyond lies the sea

The ocean of life

Blue as blue can be

There comes a wave

As high and mighty as can be

My heart soars

As the tidal waves ebb and flow

Rise and fall in a cadence

There below flows out the sand

Rummaged with shiny pebbles,

Cowries, conch shells

Of all shapes and sizes.

Scattering thoughts bury

In the depths of the vast

Lost as fugitives in the wild

Footprints live and die

As milky waves rush to the banks

To wash them away

I stand again

To recast the imprint

                                  ~Shobha Diwakar

                                  Jabalpur, India

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