‘You touch, hug, kiss and rush back
Can’t you be with me for ever?’,
Complained the shore to the ocean,
‘Can’t you be with me, my lover?’
‘How?’, asked the sea, ‘is there a sea with no shore
And a shore with no sea?
Won’t your serene smile cease for ever?
Won’t your sand stop flying in air?
Where will the conch shells glitter?
Where will the baby frogs and turtles
And for me, it is a fun to touch you and run
And watch your exasperation
And then your exhilaration !
You be always a shore and me a sea;
That is how He wants us to be.