Footprints

   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the waves and the sand
    like the memories of the small steps I used to take
    Holding my Mother's hand.
   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the crabs crawling on them
    As if some of my friends have stolen my Favourite Pencil intentionally
    And I still long for them.
   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the sea weeds covering
    I feel the old college days as green as it used to be

    With all the fun and exam suffering.
   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the dry sand blown by wind                                                         
    And I may not require them anymore but
    I realise those were like milestones I can ever find.