Past but washed away footsteps in the shore of life
One female figure runs alone along the sea, Long rocks in the island to see; Clouds being formed near the farway skies, But her path, her footstep leaves a mark behind; Like every life leaves before the end; Some marks are wiped away by the waves to create new ones, New new waves raise higher to her knees; New spirals of sand and conches and shells, Filled with salty waters of the limitless ocean; She goes upto a hundred metres and then stands nill at ease, Counting her past footsteps she looks behind; Only to find new sea water in new waves, That soon erases her footstep; Like any life would be at ease, To forget the past moments, To live a meaningful life, To live a peaceful life, Like any other new footstep would reach upto. S ANANDHI 24/05/2024