Hills On Sands
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Quite a child
she makes me one
mind windward wild
flies gazelle run!
On the shore
she's something more
than picking pearl
opens door
once more
she's a little girl!
She picks seashells
of sea she smells
she looks alien
free she sails
in her spell
i'm child again!
On the sea
wild carefree
she paints me joy
make hills on sands
small grow my hands
i'm again a boy!
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