Digitoly

The Sand (Poem)

Krishan Kant Upadhyay

Little boy kneading a load of wet sand

Shapes it into a little castle

A man stamps and destroys it

A vehicle passes, flatten the sand

Maiden collects a handful

The boy whimpers but plays on

Chides him the angry mother

The ants conquer the heap

The wind stops the battle

It’s night….

The sand feels lonely.