on a lazy holiday evening,
witnessing the gorgeous sunset,
so beautiful, and so soothing.
i saw, 'footsteps',
deeply embedded marks,
left in the sand,
at places where i'd been
'footsteps',
yet so easily ,
getting washed away,
as if they were never in the scene.
'footsteps',
small, uneven, but fearless,
of a little child,
always curious and keen.
questioning anything and everything
even if nothing does it mean
'footsteps'
of a quick and witty,
finding the best in the world,
charming young teen.
learning, questioning and observing,
everything as it seems, would be,
or ever had been.
'footsteps'
of a beautiful young lady,
an achiever, a seeker,
yet some1,
who wants stability,
love and warmth,
and yet have a bit of fun.
'footsteps'
of a mother,
always looking out,
for her child,
protecting them from,
all dangers, yet letting them
think with an original mind.
'footsteps'
of an old woman,
tired, but enchanting,
carrying knowledge and wisdom,.
and experience of the world,
that's intimidating.
'footsteps',
of varying kind,
various people,
but yet similar,
all being temporary,
all being tranquil,
etched in the sand of time,
forming every time yet again,
to be washed away........
yet again
i saw 'footsteps' in the sand.
p.s.The story of a woman in my interpretation
