THE BEACH

Walking on the wet sand,
I picked some in tight grips.
It went out of my hand,
thru' gaps as it readily trips.

I wanted to hold onto some

and know the secrets they tell.

It was just wet and glum,

yet from my palm they fell. 

Demonic waves lashed away,

took them away from me.

Nothing to me they could say,

before they mingled in the sea.

Prasenjit©2022