I cursed the silting sand.
It kissed my naked torso,
I even passed it through my hand.
Sun shined above,
Sea sang a perfect song.
Those shapeless beads argued,
Asked what went wrong?
Anklet dangled in perfect rhyme.
She walked in beauty,
Smelt lemon in summertime.
Breathless... I chased her,
Mindlessly on that beach.
And I cursed daring sand,
For kissing her beautiful feet.
Later, I tucked this note on her windshield ~
Aapke paon dekhe, bahut haseen hai.
Inhe zameen par mat utariyega, maile ho jayenge...
*Image Source - Google