My Castle

My First ever poem...

A bucket, a spade and a thought…

I took it all and ran to the shore, leaving my father’s hand…

The sound of waves and the whistle of the air invited me…

I filled the bucket with sand and poured it out on the beach, making the shape of a castle…

A small cake of sand, as if resisting, fell down and the palace came down.

With annoyance as well as rigidity, I destroyed it with my own hands and again filled the bucket.

After all the efforts, the palace finally rose, displaying the beauty of its creator.

I put a flag on it and looked at it with pride of ownership... and said, “That’s my castle”

I was so engrossed that didn’t notice the time flowing by…

It was growing dark, my father indicated me that it’s time to go. But I wanted to protect my castle.

But my father’s stern face made me realize that I’ll have to go. With questions and broken heart, I left.

I promised to come back the next day and looked up, I was leaving my castle in the hands of the God, I thought… My Castle…

The next day, I scampered hastily towards the shore… But there was no sign of my castle…

Only the flag was there half wet and half still flying…

The waves destroyed my castle. I looked at them with sinister thoughts and cold malice.

But my eyes stopped on a shell, a huge shell. I picked it up, looking at it with amusement.

And put it against my ear, I heard the sound of waves and the whistle of the air.

They were telling me something, the secret of life, probably… Yes, that was it.

They were telling me the story of my castle. I smiled in amusement. But there was no time to reflect upon anything.

Again, a bucket, a spade and a thought, I took it all and started building another castle. This time stronger than the last one, that no one can destroy.

And raising itself from the sand, it was my castle.

It was growing dark, I will have to leave. But I was not disheartened this time.

I had learned something, the secret of life.

Offering my royal castle to the sea, paying my homage to it, I left.

I looked back, displaying its vanity and the beauty; it was my castle, my dream…