Sand in my Shoes

Walking on the beach

gathered fist full of sand

in my shoes

Pensive I walked on

This sand is what scattered

virgin laughter of tiny tots

Sand in which toes wriggled

receiving her first kiss

The sand that soaked blood of

many a men of valour

The sand that received the foot prints of 

Rabindranath Tagore

this beloved beach of his

Foot prints of my wife

looking for faunal diversity

Sand form the fields of toiling farmers

washed in from the run off

May be granules of Dinosaurs

May be star dust from

million light years

May be molecules of our

beloved departed

I walk back

Orange Sun dipping

into the sea

Micro seconds before

The Sun said

“Son keep the sand”

K.V. Radhakrishnan