At The Beach Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

At the beach

Sat at beach and had fun
Minor waves went, returned and came by
Waved their hands; all bubbles…
As babies before birth…
Or fetus aborted!

Found the sand lasting long
So called them: "My friends! "

My army of sand-dunes
Like that of Persian King
In taking Africa
Infinite and endless!

Got tired of counting
As I do most, always
So left; went!

Numbers are for greed
For hunger and the need!

I took off and left sea…
"Bye friends! ! ! "
"Bye…and bye…"
"Time has come…"
"I must go…"
"Wait for me; do not die…"