When United.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When I walk on the beach sands,
That is not connected with one another,
In the presence of a harsh master with fiery tongue,
who yells at each and every particle to acquire enough,
Energy to get separated, the foot prints of the moments,
Not written on the sole, my feet feel the heat,
From the core of the dispute, the walking has to be done,
To reach the shore to splash the salt water,
To dissolve the sweat, profusely emerge as the tears,
Petty issues of the days sneak into my socks and reach,
The gap between the toes to make my foot weak first,
Then my legs and the whole body suffer, each step I take,
The horizontal tongue of the mother ocean,
Lick the earth with great affection, leaving the sands,
Near the shore to get united, when I intrude,
During their intimate meeting at the border of two,
Different density, I can see my foot prints, sculptured,
On the kindly wet sand, I remove my shoes,
To wash it with clean and clean Dead Sea water,
How hard I try, I can’t remove the speckles of thoughts,
Then I turn back to be happy with the foot prints,
Those have made me to smile, a few seconds ago,
Those are not there, someone should have taken,
To keep them as the souvenir of my arrival,
I look at the waves and the water of the great thief,
She winks at me and says I have to be immersed,
In the banks of the rivers to reach her,
Or directly dissolve in her hungry heart to retrieve,
The treasures I had thrown to her while I was alive.