Footsteps on the shore

Walking away leaving those steps behind
those frail impressions etched on sand
the clock ticks - the wave rushes to shore
wasnt strong to hold the wave - the impressions live no more

The waves are rough -scream incessantly looking for brawls
demand complete surrender of whatever it marches across
and though it might sweep over those frail impressions by night & day
they could not win it all- for they could not swipe the memories away

( Will miss Mumbai and amazing friends that I had made here... Sayo nara)