THE SEA COAST

The Sea Coast
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I am told of that coastal town,
A small ancient eastern down.
I am told we have palace right there,
Build by grandpa that people stare.

I am told I was the sweetest girl,
I don’t find it in my memory at all.
A hazy, faint shadow like feel,
There were some years old ago still.

In the back of brain remains under the dust,
The city I left on the sea coast.
We used to travel there long on train,
Why I recalled it today in vein!


I walked holding dad’s finger with boast,
On the sandy half wet coast.
Step by step I walked like a queen,
Once dad there the world I can win.


The cool and moist wind of the sea,
Roaring sound and tide to see.
Sand, crab, stone and shell out there,
What a life I stand and stare.

One by one I picked lot shells,
Crabs on hand and walking snails.
Crawl they on me as I scream,
Dad told me “My sweet dream,

I am with you little fairy queen,
Don’t you fear baby fight and win.”
Years have past since those old days,
Still I feel as if dad says.

Same old word of love and care.
As if his hands crawl on my hair.
Love you dad! I am still a child,
I care none so long you are my shield.

Let me hold your blessing hand,
No matter who ever against me stand?
Forgot that city that bluish sea coast
I am your “Jimmy” still I boast.