Vastness short poem

I am a child
Standing on the vast sea shore
Collecting sea shells to quench
My curiosity
I don’t know what an oyster is
I know only the shells.
The waves sweep high above my height
The sea sometimes wails
Sometimes weeps
Giggles and
Roars at times
To frighten me.
I feel that I have collected a large
Number of shells
All are precious and more valuable
Than that in the possession of any one else
My frock is all wet by the sea water
My feet shrunk in coldness
Yet I am collecting
More and more sea shells
By gaining more and more happiness
I don’t think that I am too small
And this world is so vast

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Apparently a simple verse about a child collecting seashells but the meatphor could imply experiences that one gathers on the shores of the sea called life, each one more precious than the other and enriching the self, who needs to be intimidated by the vastness of the world when so much is possible. Wonderful writing @indirasadanandan!


A child standing on the edge of the universe, Loved these thoughts of yours.