She balanced a bundle
Walked delicately
Her toe prints appear on the wet sand
Leaving crabs and sea shells
As foot notes
I haunch on the mossy brick
Sand mixed with feet
Watching the endless waves
Patiently wash the shores for morning pooja
The frothy lace torn back into the sea
To spin and rinse again
Her eyes peeped out of kohl rimmed horizons
Her nose stud twinkle in the rising light
Her hair braided to its final tip
Spring into blossom like a red ribbon
She smiled, sat down and opened her bundle
‘I do it! Handloom bed sheets “
See crabs, shells, gulls all come to my sp