In My Sand Fortress Poem by Sphoorthi Padmini Rangarajan

Life exists in my dream world,
Built beside water world;
Around and around to twirl,
Placed fine candle cones on curls;
In my Sand Fortress!

On a bright full moon day,
Awaiting for my love to come and play;
In my garden of flowers spread all the way,
The gentle breeze of aromatic spray;
Welcomes my love for a long stay,
In my Sand Fortress! !

Table and chairs of sand,
White lacy curls adore the edges of strands;
Tea pots brewing hot with cinnamon grind
And smoky snacks made with dirty hand;
In middle the tall bunch of flower stands,
In my Sand Fortress! ! !

Dressed in purple floral gown,
The gather flares flowing down;
My silky hair tresses of brown,
On either shoulders with curls on;
Soft lips and rosy cheeks colouring lawn,
In my Sand Fortress! ! ! !

Bright moon sets in the middle of the sky,
Clear clouds pass and fly;
To walk holding hands and staring eyes,
To have you my love on rosy bed to arise;
Lips say and ears long to hear fond reply,
In my Sand Fortress! ! ! ! !

Envying moon moving east,
Morning bells welcoming priests;
Chirping birds calls for aid at least,
Violent waves hit the fortress like a beast;
Wild fowl cry in the air increased,
In my Sand Fortress! ! ! ! ! !

My sand fortresses smashed and splatter,
Divine love feast scatter;
To my love my love is just a matter,
Who longs for a fresh new flower like a wild catcher;
Lay beside a thorny snatcher,
My love bleeds with every scratcher;
Yet long to rebuild the sand fortress,
To repaint my love with loving portraits;
On smashed Sand Fortress! ! ! ! ! ! !