I walked on a moonlit white sand beach
Which the ocean claims to be its part
And land describes it its own heritage
I, feel the beach is torn apart
Torn apart between the shallowness of sea
And the greed of the ground
And between its own greed
To be a part of both mother of pearls and fertile land
So, it still lies between the two, shrinking overtime
As the land has left it for the sea to play its part
Till, all the sand castles are washed
And it’s existence is lost.
This dilemma of beach of unspoken and unheard by the sheets of meat which run over its leftover ruins.
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