I remember the sandcastles I never got to build,
The one that got in the way of the tides that washed ashore,
Isn’t life something like that,
You build on dreams,
Get crushed by the fragility of those petaled dreams,
Dreams that were meant to reach the peak,
Sometimes,
Perish under the tumult of insanity.
He walks with me every day, on those shores, I tread upon bare feet,
His steps aligned with mine.
Not one step forward,
Nor one back,
On the same threshold with time.
Isn’t love like that?
you walk as you would
together
taking one step at a time.
-shobana-
SIMPLY SHOBANA 
Lovely Shobana. You’ve summed up the fragility of human existence. Dreams and love. So delicate and beautiful. 🙂
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Goes hand in hand, Terveen:)
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Congratulations! A very beautiful poem, fully deserving one.
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Thank you, KK. Glad you liked it.
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I can see why this pome won an award. Elegant, moving, and beautiful, Shobana. I love it.
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Thank you, Jeff. I am glad you liked the poem. I wrote the poem this morning. No award yet:) But, it is nice to know it is award-worthy.
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You’re most welcome, Shobana. Always. Ah, I see. 🙂 Is award worthy. ☺️
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Thank you, my friend.
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