Pictures In The Sand Poem by Vera Sidhwa

There were pictures in the sand,
There were photos in the sand.
But they were made and sculpted,
By another's hand.


I wondered and wondered,
How this could be,
Because frankly I thought,
Those pictures were drawn by me.


Those pictures showed footprints,
And handprints too.
Then so many pictures of me and you.
This sand was an album indeed.


I didn't get the meaning,
Of all this art.
But it was there to show us all,
That was, is and will be.