The Fate of the Beach

The Beach

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.

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This dilemma of beach of unspoken and unheard by the sheets of meat which run over its leftover ruins.

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