Sitting quietly by the shore,
Basking in the setting sun’s glow;
The sand between my toes,
I search for myself once more.
Lost in the world I am,
Among my identities trapped-
Like a tiny spec of sand,
Within an oyster lying entrapped.
As wife, daughter and colleague I am,
In a tiny spec of sand compressed-
In an oyster of womanhood encased,
Struggling to fit into the mould with grace.
Water slowly seeping into the oyster,
Cradling the sand tenderly thereafter-
Is like love percolating into my life,
My identities somehow binding tight.
With time it will be all this love,
Like water enclosing a spec of sand-
That will turn me into a shining Pearl,
In a garland of womanhood of the world.