A name on Sand

He wrote down the name on sands.
But the winds swept it away.
He tried to save it with his hands.
But the waves had their way.

He wrote it down again.
though he knew he had nothing to gain,
he thought it would ease his pain,
But alas! It was all for vain.

Brinish water kissed his feet.
Salty tears touched his lips.
Emotions he has, which he cannot beat.
Alright outside, inside he bleeds.

Deep inside his lifeless heart,
lies a tomb of pensee.
The reach of it is so vast,
that others cannot see.

In agony he upped his chin,
he knew not what was his sin,
sorrow was his only kin,
he wished for, what could have been.

Long hard sun beat down on him,
that hurt his reastless eyes.
The pair is in so need of vim,
but all it had was sighs.

He let the winds blow.
He let the waves kiss.
He let the thoughts flow.
They know not of his bliss.

Picked himself up;started to walk,
Wind and wave closely stalked.
Etched in his heart is a holy phrase,
the name in a place, that none can erase.