A Gravel On The Beach
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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I felt the transience
when the blue-green sea
sprayed me golden,
and there on the shallow reef
I sank in the sifting sands!
Above me towered trees
sculpted on the shore
for years not known
rooted to the copper-bronze landscape!
Awed yet knowing,
my intrusion into this art,
I dreamed to turn
a gravel on the beach!
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