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SHORE

Noted Nest

Updated: Oct 5, 2024

By M V S Bharadwaj



SHORE

Her little hands shaped the sand,

while her eyes shone with adore,


Her heart by spirit walked through the sand castle's door.

As the waves of Ganga shaped the old shore,


Her dreams filled by a flying prince,

As she made up her own lore.

Manifesting the story,

she planted a flag above the castle's core.


Walking along the banks, she thought,

'I'll be princess of this shore, princess of this shore...'

Little did she know,

The sea is friend as it is foe,

The waters pushed back to low,

In moments, they plunged all above.


That little life floated on the water,

while the wide dreams shrunk in sand,


Moments away on a gray pine tree,

A little sparrow sprang to life, spreading wings so free.


Year after year, she flew,

A flying prince skewed her view,

They tweeted, 'I love you too,” “I love you too”,

And flew through the morning hue.


The hue twisted their path, diverted them both,

To reach a castle of their own, hand-built by someone

unknown.


One sparrow walked through the door,

Imagining tomorrow,

But for some reason,

the other stood out, staring at the flag in sorrow…


By M V S Bharadwaj



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