Fistful of Sand 

I ran to catch a fistful of sand,
Where unaware,
 Your bare feet had trodden;
A fistful of sand, to treasure;
Somewhere,
A dream had broken.
Anita Bacha

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AMOUR 

Amour,
Your name, I wrote in the sand,
The sand washed away;
Your name, I have forgotten;
Your smile haunts me still;
Your mouth too,
Small and pouting,
Sweet and sour, as a ripe Chinese shrub guava,
Red in craving;
Your eyes,
Yeah, your eyes!
Secretive, mysterious, impossible to unveil,
Bury the covert affairs that you relished,
Enclosing forever your secret!
Love of one night!
Love of a summer holiday!
As the sand slides between my fingers,
Your silhouette slips away from me,
Disappears in the skyline,
Swept away by the waves,
Leaving behind,
The silence,
which is killing me.

Anita Bacha

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