There was no trace of wind,

yet the fine sand sighed.

There was no trace of guilt,

yet the fine sand blew everywhere

to hide from the summer.

There was no soul around

on the God-forsaken beach,

yet the fine sand struggled

to escape the grip of summer

and to forget the footprints

of those who walked barefoot on the beach.

The barefoot walkers just walked past the sea

towards a new life

in search of a simple song and a coffee.

Yet the fine sand sighed

and blew everywhere

as if with a prescience

of a storm from somewhere coming

and brewing somewhere else.

Sushama Karnik.

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Françoise Dhulesia

The anaphora and the parallelism in the construction of some sentences ( "There was no...yet") emphasize not only the rhythm of the poem but also create a sense of regularity and the impression one cannot escape destiny. The sand, versatile, seems to embody the memory of life and time passing but also to have the capacity to reveal hints of the future while the walkers walked in search of small pleasures, careless or unaware of what may come next, just living in the present (a song, a coffee). The nature of the sand itself is ambivalent: it represents the nice and pleasant "comfort" offered by the beach but, at the same time, is the expression of violence, in its most sudden and elusive form. I have liked the personification of the sand as a powerful literary "tool" giving the poem the dimension of a fable, almost allegorically.

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