Sand In Hand Poem by harry bisht

i love her as no one loves
the girl don't know that
she have a little bit of idea
yet we are very good friend

every time i saw her in my eyes
her smile make me mad
her distress make me sad
but for me she is sand in hand

i know very well that
she is not in my destiny
but she is my true love
she will remain deep in my heart

i have not much memories of her
for my coming restless life
true love is gold for everyone
but for me it's sand in hand