Love and jealousy describe my creator,
The creator who created the sea without the beach,
In a tupsy-turvy.
I have a print on my heart,
It seems inerasable.
My jealous creator answer;
Imagine the sea was all I heard.
The footprint on its bank is washed away
Only and only if the sea moves,
Even the animal print-elephant
Is wiped off just as death
Now voluble, I credence that,
Any print can be filled-
When the sea strikes
But when is my sea striking?