A heap of sand
I scoop with my bare hands
and let it loose between the gaps
to return back where it belongs
for every shore needs the sand
to call the sea water gigantic;
every land along the coast
lays bare like the shore of sand
then we shall appreciate the land
where man stands to dive within
with reverence to the land
that share the waters with man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a vicious cycle..little things means a lot..there is a reason for evrything..thanks a lot for this..great work..