aniruddha pathak

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Baby keeps Sand

In poetry on May 27, 2011 at 09:32

Like a baby
with his little hand
I tried holding on
To this timeless sand

The harder I clench
The more I lose
It keeps coming back
and claims it will bruise

The baby loves sand
and is happy when he holds
He tries harder each time
You will lose he has been told

Who should decide?
The baby or the sand?
Whether to stay
or leave the baby’s hand?

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