Mingled at shore

 Mingled at shore

The sand may not dissolve in water

But at shore it is perpetually mingled

Within the incessant waves of water

The waves that erupt green in deep

Pick the specks in their fists as they come

And reflect in noon the golden sun

Then they release sand on shore 

While the ejected brown gasps in disbelief

And rushes behind the eloping waters 

Only to be inundated by a fresh spell soon again.

Then the high tide in dark covers the shore

With the foamy arms and  lunatic waves

To embrace the dreams left unfinished in the day ..

The rain thought this was a contamination 

Until it poured on the shore to mingled with sand..

Goa

2041

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19.1.23