Alone, alone, on a wet, long shore,
She was walking in the hot Sun.
The waves reached and washed her feet,
and receded to their abode in joy.
The crabs moving zig zag on the sand,
climbed and crossed over her shoes
to the other side and looked at her in fear.
The cuckoos weren't making tunes from the trees
but watched her from their hidden shelter.
No one cares; they walked a bit into the sea
and strode back as the roaring waves advanced.
The moon didn't swoon and the Sun made no fun
at the strange beauty to make their booty.
"Hi, shall we walk hand in hand and share
our joys and grief with each other", came near he.
She drew out her ‘Sacred Chain' worn ‘round her neck
and scared at him raising her point-finger.
He dared not anymore to stand there
and ran off headlong towards the road.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem