Rishika Jindal Poet Rhyme

What About Me?

Every time I look back before leaving a beach,
Touching the water goodbye, promising soon another meet,
I’m forced to think—does the sand get offended?
I mean, I could be just another person ignoring it,
But I don’t want to be.
So I let my hands sift through it as well.
I mean, surely it too deserves to be quelled.
No less of a journey did it undergo,
So why do we merely ask it for shells?
Maybe it has other stories buried deep within it.
Maybe it also wants us to see.
But maybe, since we never really cared,
Used by others, it has learned to be.
So as I explore its traits,
And I continue to relate,
No longer separate—I am sand, and sand is me.
Settling, scattering, yet never really gone.
And now, every time I am by the sea,
I ask everyone running towards the waves excitedly:
“What about the sand?”
And beneath the ask, an echo waits—
“What about me?”

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Rachel Treacher April 12, 2026 at 11:19 AM I enjoyed reading this and thinking how too often we forget what we are standing on and where, as we are too busy searching horizons and touching elements that may just come and go.

Beata Agustin January 23, 2026 at 4:22 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.