one warm April evening
the sun went down early
the seas swept away the castles
built for dreams to live in
the waves returned, hurried and eager
in the wet sands
they dug deeper
as if something precious was lost
but they returned
without their castles to peek into
without those walls to protect
life was like that
one day, you had everything
and by the evefall, everyone had left
the house was empty
no one to behold
nothing alive and kicking
nobody but you
Asha Seth 