Sea Shells Souvenir

A friend of mine was headed for the coast

and I begged him in earnest

to bring me a sack of sea shells

when he gets back inland

since I can’t afford the train ticket

I tell everyone I know who is headed for the coast

to bring me the same souvenir

of shells of all sorts and sizes

I shall know what to do with them

I have ideas in mind to the service of beauty.


None of my friends came back with shells

they dined and wined and swam with dolphins

they stayed in white walled hotels

and basked in the sun drinking coconut water

and forgot to kneel in the sand

and collect shells washed ashore

or left behind in the low tide

they wonder what I’d do with them anyway

they smile and laugh it off

like some sick joke

and the vast ocean of my imagination

remains restless and yearning

for colourful shells on its shores