Frolic Poem by Fazli Sameer

Running,
hand in hand
by the open sea;
cold froth splashing
across tired and weary feet,
granules of warm white burning sand,
struggling to stick, in between tired dusty toes;
thick and warm salt concoction envelopes the evening sun,
wafting sourly through open nostrils seeping into hungry lungs;
with sweet scented dreams of a lifetime of youth and expectations,
lingering within thoughts of fulfillment immersed in gusts of madness.

(Riyadh, Saudi Arabia,2007)