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Hand In Sand

Little plump hand,

I immersed in white sand,

Making castles, tiny huts,
High tower, even a snowman.

I can do, all I wish,
Can even fish out a dish

I don’t have prying eyes on me,

It’s my world, only I can see.
My castle could be imperfect,

Just like me!
But i can still be its architect,

Without anyone instructing,
About the length or breadth.

The size is mine,

The design is mine.
Let me drown in it for a while,

Before anyone curbs my smile
Nobody has to evaluate it

There’s lot of ‘me’,
In its every bit!

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