Squatting on the silver sands,
Lazily;
I built the palaces unbuilt.
Only to be washed away by her.
Vengeful, gazed I at her,
who roared in and out
with conceit.
Precipitously, my gaze was perturbed
by two birds,
who shared the cage of life as mine;
running haughtily to take off
from the sands of water,
leaving the imprint behind.
Carelessly, my soul stretched out
amidst them,
reaching out to the world above,
where greeted, we were, with the warmth of a new mother,
arms open.
Three caged souls, now,
guffawed,
somersaulted,
soared high and high,
teasing the mother of waters;
who surged high and above,
to grab our fly in her mighty coop.
Alas!
The saline female knew not;
she, now, just resembled the standing water to us,
who now, looked, mammoth
before her.
Jolted I suddenly!
By the splash on my face,
who sneered at me,
construing the thinking
I thought.
Alas!
I caged back to the
squiggling I did,
on the virgin sands.
Ready to be splashed
by the callousness of the mighty eternal sea.
