The waves come gushing onto shore
Silently they recede with the footmarks
The castles, etched names and succinct prayers
These all the waves carry when they tip toe
Only to confound the succeeding ones
When their charge is entangled in the distraction
The advancing waves that remain focused
They ride the advancing chariots by overlapping
The futile treasures of the fickle shore
Then they vault over the preceding ones
And cross the unfettered domains in the sand.
Agonda, goa
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