My Voice Is Lost In Thier Noise. Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

Raising from ocean like a wave,
I am one among drops,
Born with palms folded,
as if I had secrets to hide!

Only a few lines I brought,
both on palm and forehead,
borrowing robes to hide,
shaming nakedness I grew!

some day I will return,
erasing a few lines,
or adding more,
gathering and giving useless things!

no hope of even my footprints,
But there may be huge waves,
my footprints on the shore
my voice is lost in their noise!