The Story of Sand

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Think of a person, broken from his family, landing in a city of unknowns. There comes a helping hand to mould the stranger to one among them. This offers closeness between the two and the journey starts. As some time passes, life takes turns and examines the strength of the bond. Some tiny ones break and settle there itself in the form of lovely memories. But still the larger bond helps them embark ahead with deeper understandings. But the tables turn when that helping hand leaves the person on finding someone better or much grander. His life comes to a stagnant poise. All he can do is to witness his once-a-helping hand, holding hand in hand with another. The beautiful naturalisation of this untouched tragedy is witnessed in this poem. It depicts the uncertainity of togetherness within the elements of nature. Hope you like it.

The Story of Sand
-Chintan Oza

Once from the cluster of a cliff
Igniting its stratum under the sun;
Being washed with drops and sanctified
A stone was peeled off in sudden.

It rolled down on its path to land
As rough now is the story of sand.

Resting on the bank of a joyful stream
It found its family in thousands alike
The anger of blues then washed it often
Fostering with care along its dike.

A precious gray-jewel, as they pretend
Such smooth now is the story of sand.

The love kept to grow between
The pebble and the flowing stream
The bank approached closer now
It swam along its shallow brim.

Crossing the fields, where all streams bend
As curvy now is the story of sand.

Some of self that it left behind
Would keep it alive all its way
Like candles that burn and dazzle
In the form of mud or clay.

Rich in life is the fertile blend
Such seminal is the story of sand.

Much smaller now it marries the blues
Churns itself into its tiniest blob
But the twist, in story and in stream
As the incessant flow ended its job.

It was the moment it poured itself
Into the mighty arms of the sea
A newly found love, a ditch to the one
That had loved it endlessly.

Now settled at shore, It watches them hand in hand
Saga of endless plight, is the story of sand.



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