Picking up the seashells
As I walked down the shore
I heard those voices, following behind,
Of the age-old folklore
Like the footprints in the sand
'Only the distinctive ones in the lot
Carry that sacred scar they got
A bounty to each prophecy
That has ever been
By the mankind sought'
Painstakingly thus, I collected as many
One for each... of the hallucination's company
Just then, into my ears, softly whispered
Those few sand grains that had lingered
Aren't these another of the nature's illusions
They smirked, when I tried to brush them off
And asked me they in all their confusion
As for the bribing of that fortune
How were they any different, even if a rough-hewn
For finally, when the sea waves rose
And in their mighty tides came
Towards the shore for us all
They washed away everything alike
The sand grains,
The footprints et al.
PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter N.
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.