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