by Ram Krishna Singh
Walking along the beach
they collect empty shells
that fascinate senses
in the salty air
feel the life now no more
but argue about the sex
of a conch ignoring
the fisherman’s song
Last updated April 30, 2015
Walking along the beach
they collect empty shells
that fascinate senses
in the salty air
feel the life now no more
but argue about the sex
of a conch ignoring
the fisherman’s song