Drowning Sand. Poem by Afzal Juneja

The sea was dark,
So the night too.
I can feel the water,
But can't see my hands.
I was standing straight,
But on the drowning sand.
The sun was burning,
But not on my side.
I was afraid of darkness,
But not of tide.
In a while, I was flying in water,
The vision was still dark,
But my view changed.
Slowly and steadily,
I've been pulled towards the core.
Maybe, I am floating,
While the sea asks for more.
But the good news was,
Darkness doesn't scare me anymore.