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Footprints can only remain SAND's memory, by the time it imprints the sand another footprint sweeps it away.....eventually million footprints carrying countless gravel makes the SAND.

Mother , oh mother!
don't throw me ever
for I am afraid
of that distant land.

That cry was real
heard and same

That little boy's
called the diabolic seed
And that tiny gravel's
snuggled in the footprint sole

Thrusting hard
the footprint sole
taking away the tiny gravel

Tightly embracing,
the little boy's mother,
that diabolic seed
only loved by her

Set free to the world
the boy and the gravel
When they walked away
from their mother
and their world.

Million lives they led
and imprints on the sand
Still all they wanted
to go back to their mother.

Mother, oh  mother!
am here, am here!
And am no longer afraid
of that distant land

That cry was real
same yet unheard!

When the footprints returned,
the sand there no more!

For the footprints they leave
will be swept by another
and wi…