Sea shells. Conches
Sea shells, conches
What's that clinging in my hands
Perhaps sea's treasure I hold
Some sea shells, conches
From the salty seas that made retreat.
The colours creamy white
With brown and red
It holds
Imitations of nature's hive.
A freedom sound
So sweet to ears
When it's cling
It's a heaven retreat.
When you sing on it's mouth
It makes the sounds
Of seas and waves
Telling all stories of treasures withheld.
When its held in fours
It's a game
For all the growing kids
Throwing words for fun.
It was once a snail's nest
The tide that takes no rest
Sent the ones to ocean's deep
Where no eyes could make a sweep.
It's nature's haste
To throw more of these
Into my hands that play
With more of sea shells and conches that lay.
S ANANDHI
28/04/20
What's that clinging in my hands
Perhaps sea's treasure I hold
Some sea shells, conches
From the salty seas that made retreat.
The colours creamy white
With brown and red
It holds
Imitations of nature's hive.
A freedom sound
So sweet to ears
When it's cling
It's a heaven retreat.
When you sing on it's mouth
It makes the sounds
Of seas and waves
Telling all stories of treasures withheld.
When its held in fours
It's a game
For all the growing kids
Throwing words for fun.
It was once a snail's nest
The tide that takes no rest
Sent the ones to ocean's deep
Where no eyes could make a sweep.
It's nature's haste
To throw more of these
Into my hands that play
With more of sea shells and conches that lay.
S ANANDHI
28/04/20
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