Letters On Sand Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Remembering and counting.
A funny game.
Some way intoxicating
Days turn into night
and vice versa
Keep afloat merrily.
Sail aimlessly.
Turn every moment into a Perl.
Remembering and counting
blend and make a song.
Whole business is now rhythmic.
make soft ripples in blood.
Wow! no point in thinking in
thoughtless vacuum.
Now it's a speedy sail.
Dizzy moments speedly
move backward and
there's sand beneath feet.
It's an island.
Remembering and counting
now letters on sand.