A Walk By a Seashore

Morning of it started at one end of seashore Since it has been like a walk in sand. Without a choice , I kept walking there Sometimes loving the softness of sand , sometomes fearing sea-storms. Unintentionally kept picking up  shells in hand ,has been years since I collected my first. Some got lost , some stayed witm me to feed pleasure to heart. Now I am slowly progressing towards its night End of this shore is in sight now. Maybe will have to return these shells to it Thought of leaving them behind has broken my heart , like a butter sliced by knife. It is ruthless in a very human manner , it is life something what people call it.