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 will remain
memories of each other..

       The poem depicts the pain of separation and loss, one of a little boy from his mother and another of a tiny gravel, separated from its mother, the sand.

The little boy's mother is forced to abandon her child, for he's considered the 'DIABOLIC SEED' by the people.

But neither the mother , nor the little boy knew that a tiny gravel was taken away from its mother,( the sand) when the little boy walked away from his mother.

Together the little boy and the gravel grew old and wise leading million lives, and leaving footprints.

But they failed to know each other even when they were so closely tightly connected.

They only longed to see their mother!

And when they returned, there was no SAND.....there was no MOTHER.!

For the footprints the little boy and the gravel left will be swept by some other and they will remain memories of each other, just like FOOTPRINTS ARE FOR THE SAND....


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