Sandcastles.....

Once upon a time there lived three brothers who loved to make sandcastles

Sandcastles big, sandcastles small; sandcastles which stood glancing the playful wave’s songs

Merrily and cheerfully with their dainty hands and engrossed eyes, they made these castles of dreams; unknown to the mighty ocean’s mighty screams

People around watched them work with care, some with a praise full smile; some with an envious stare.

But inevitably, one catastrophic day

Hovering and screeching; came the dreadful storm, destroying everything delicate and beautiful around. Poor kids! They couldn’t save their castle, tears rolled down their cheeks, their castle engulfed by the waves of ocean deep.

With a silent note, dawned a beautiful new day, everyone thought they would never again see the children play.

But wrong were they, for sad things happen to test the good one’s faith.

Marched the siblings hand in hand, retracing their footprints over the moist sand

Their eyes gleaming with a mystical zest

And a dream to make a sandcastle with the world’s most beautiful crests.

So for ages and ages the waves would sing, for the moist sand is the witness to the story of these three siblings, siblings who loved to make sandcastles.

Sandcastles big, sandcastles small, sandcastles which stood glancing the playful wave’s songs.

-Kalyani Tembhe