09/09/2024
Castles are mine
Castles are mine is a beautiful poem. From a nature loving to concrete life we have come a long way. Somewhere in between we lost the essence of life collecting the castles and with an illusion that they are mine. Greed, prejudice and possessiveness taking over.
It takes innocence to understand the simplicity of life. Hope we have learned from it and will let, children be children…
Castle’s are mine
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my dreams,
shaped by my own hands
that i have built my castles
of this very sand.
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when i fall back to past
i recall, rubble’s, lime
of dust and grime
helping golden hands
which shaped the future.
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i can’t stop admiring
my first step,
the first breeze hitting my face
from protruding castle openings
soaking in and welcoming my pride,
of wheels and pals, folly and glee’s
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those were of the past,
slithering up to the crest
pondering from the pinnacle
with many hands to aid.
now, i barely touch the sand
for i can touch the sky,
but no more the past count
it’s more of castles that counts.
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happy to see my young image
gathering and assembling on sand,
reminds me of my castles
faraway i see waves hurdle over other
racing, taking back all on return
sending a chill in my spine.
with outstretched hands
i try, to grasp every grain
for i foresee what may become
once waves have swept away.
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but more resounding was
my son’s joyous clapping hands
with a failed attempt, i turnaround
to hear my son say,
“no papa leave it,
the sea has come for the sand”
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Garry James
taken from the anthology “The Silent Whisper”
OWN IT | GIFT IT
https://www.amazon.in/Silent-Whisper-Garry-James/dp/9358968753/
