Wet Feet - An Ode to A New Journey...

Leaving, the shores that pleasantly waved goodbye...

Sickness, grief and a tumult of fear,

wilderness, the undergrowth, which was left unchecked...



I did perceive competence,

and now remark, review the damage of misconception...



Waves have hit the shore,

sands wettened, but stay put,

though all thats engraved,is erased...



A little photograph,

a little memory,

a sand castle,

and a few wet feet...



Now castle is gone, sand remains,

empty and bereft of the shape,

which moulding hands had so patiently made...



Now the feet are dry,

and the beach clean,

with no little blister, on its surface to be seen...



Beach was clean, neat,

waves washing it everyday,

a pleasant sight indeed,

but I have left,

no longer in love with the scene...



No longer are my feet wet,

though I am at the sea...



© Karthik Adithya Singaraju