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this water as ancient as time
in the form of waves
charcoal coloured
touched my feet
it felt like a million kisses were placed on my toes
shiver ran in upward motion
ended at the tip of my hair
and i couldn’t feel anymore
the patterns formed on the sand kept changing with each wave
the things water brought to the shore surprised me
a piece of ragged cloth, fisherman’s cap, a broken kite…
looking at the arabian sea
two young boys stood smoking cigarettes
i walked further north
as the waves drained
they revealed an array of dead shells
it disgusted me for the first time looking at seashells
a tiny crab miserably tried to hide under the wet sand
for a moment i wished it was me
all of a sudden something wanted to escape from my womb
i coughed hard desperately trying to get it out
it refused to leave
with tired eyes i looked beyond
and wrote on the sand
this sea, these waves, and the sky will remain
and i, oh i will cease to exist.