A GIFT FROM THE ANDAMAN SAND

Fingers sifting through the sand,
Lazily making shapes.
A yearning yawns in my heart,
I wish I knew his name.

I could have engraved our initials,
And made a little heart in between.
Glancing at the waves I wonder,
Whether it had ever waited to meet.

To meet the sand which walks by it,
Forever and ever.
Or the eternal wind which caresses its skin,
No matter the weather.

Lull by the romance of the crashing waves,
My fingers continue to explore.
And I come out of the reverie only to find,
Myself holding two pearls so pure.

I look at them, then at the ocean,
Smile at the skies above.
Keep them in my pocket, skip back to my room,
Trusting in the power of love.

©© Sona, 2018
All Rights Reserved.
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Based on my real experience In Andaman and Nicobar islands, as I witnessed the enchanting and majestic beauty of the Indian ocean.

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