After spending an eternity Doing all things that he seldom liked, He decided to quit the city Where he lived thus far, packed and started To go to that village by the sea Spend all his time reading leisurely, The books he read while he was so young Then vanish like a song now not sung. With the magical sea without tides Not far from the hut he lived aside, He sometimes collected broken shells Arranged them in odd patterns so well. Rarely did he reminisce about His golden times which are but a few. Crying at times and laughing aloud While he wasn't reading as on cue. A little one who wasn't six yet, Surprised him by coming to his hut. Standing transfixed, her blue eyes were lit Seeing those shells. They blinked not a bit! "Take them if you like!", he said gently. She didn't take that offer then but Touched them all and blew the dirt lightly. Went out without saying any word. Will continue later.....
