Trying the inevitable

Always there seems to be an urge,

To hold the sand inside the palm -

However much we know that it is a vain trial.

Always there seems to be an urge ,

To count the little waves that kiss our feet-

Though always we lose count of them .

Always there is an urge to save the picturesque

Details of our mundane journey of life-

Much as we know how tough it is going to be.