Not that I am unaware-
A castle of sand
made on the sea shore
will only last for few moments.
Yet I make them,
each time I go near the sea,
gathering sand on the beach,
bringing the sea water in my palms,
while playing with my ideas,
as the breeze interferes with my thoughts
and my hands give shape
to the castle and temple there.
The creations are so temporary-
Yet I rejoice
making them,
waiting for few moments to see,
the mighty sea washing away every thing,
as if nothing existed earlier.
Still I play-
For I am a child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sir, it is true.....playing near the ocean at the vicinity castle build/temples build yet waves wash it away........beautiful poem to ponder on.10++++