Shifting Sands Poem by Pinaki Dewan

I see children sleeping in the ruins, and sands shifting;
There's nothing in the paint, just some toxins and sands shifting.

The evening falls hard on the shimmering pearls of the sea-
The moon beholds a few droplets, some fins and sands shifting.

In your eyes, I have always seen tears, or light, or darkness,
But never this. Haven't you slept? There are gins and sands shifting.

The dawn's young, the night's death tough on him, be considerate:
No one can bear killing one's own kin and sands shifting.

What love is there for you to hide in your sufferings, Dew?
All she'll ever witness is the play of skin and sands shifting!