Imprints Poem by Sharmeen Azam

Pearl awakes from the zenith of slumber,
radiant beauty adorns a finger.
Realized not she would live a hectic life,
precious no more will she be.
Luster tarnished with daily wear,
finger to finger sleeplessly wander for time immemorial.

Waves crash against the rocks,
slowly disfiguring their faces.
Footprints left behind washes from memory,
fresh ones formed in a cycle of renewal.

Nature will go on, vacuum be filled.
Inkling, will I leave any imprints?