ME, YOU, A CASTLE AND TAALI............

MAKING FINGERPRINTS IN YOUR SAND..........................

Small were the beads, touching pads of my feet,
I wanted to slow them down, as their scratching was sweet,
Felt in my stomach, and in my heart, I giggled and not just stand,
It felt as someone tickling my neck hair, and I ran, fall and bend,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in the sand.

I dogged my legs directly into your eggs, which were neither produced nor laid,
Years of your lovely erosion made them shiny and shaped,
What a shine are they giving, to my eyes, on my temples,
I roll them to check, making a sound of, which tinkles,
It was like some little girl is happy and playing nearby,
I could not make a differ in her laugh and joy of inner my,
I raise my legs to speed up in that direction, to go and find,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in the sand.

A little, I pass by a tree, sloped on the dirt to have rest by you,
The trunk of his was hollow, a ideal home for selfish cookoo,
I walk more and found a real egg, crushed and spoiled,
Speak in mind; I scold cookoo, of her thieving thinking, so foiled,
Can’t she have a home built for her young on her own?
What’s a need to break someone else’s family, never been soiled,
A more I try to pass to the giggle I hear, not far and fend,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in the sand.

On the turn, I saw a castle of her dreams made of wet beads,
She was enjoying her play, smiling and spreading seeds,
I asked her name, where she comes from, as she heeds,
She replied her name, TAALI, smilingly cleaning the weeds,
TAALI, as if she has emerged from the depth of you never to rend,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in the sand.

The five fingers of mine were printing like a giant to hers,
She was not afraid of this one, though and then your tide comes,
It breaks her castle, washes her little walls and hills,
Minutes after I see and found nothing, neither seeds nor the weeds,
She was making her small face, about to cry, with lot of beads,
I take a little water of you, taking her in my lap,
Sprinkling on her face, cold it was, she laughs as I clean,
I felt good near you, I thank you to met me with my youth,
Forgotten which was by me, was so innocent and bloomed,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in the sand.
I walk away with her, again, young, joyful and have freshness to spend,

Moment that was I realized, the beads were your eggs to lend,
I couldn’t do much, enough lifting them, making fingerprints in your sand.

Making fingerprints in your sand……………..
Making fingerprints in your sand………………

R2 ZAHIR SHAIKH