While walking along the beach
I picked up a handful of sands;
Dry, and shining in the sunlight they
Slowly slipped away from my hands;
I let them go and feel the tickle
And did it many times to enjoy;
The sea comes to me and whispered,
‘Hey, you are no more a little boy.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem