footprints

Ever saw tracks on the shore
that birds leave behind when they fly away?
Ever looked at the foot prints
that humans leave behind when they go home?
Ever observed how a wave comes washing it all away
and leaving behind a new shore?
Similar is the matter with me,
Enemies left their tracks,
Loved ones left their footprints,
A wave of time splashed,
But,
They remained the same.
For my heart is not beach sand,
And my memories are not footprints,
Nor my scars washable tracks.

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