Between a patch of sky blue
and a beach of sands
over the sea,
only Allah (SWT) knows
what a black grooming cloud has to do.

It’s not that my family and I haven’t got a clue!
The sea is swelling up as usual,
and eyes are wide open too.

Weighed down rock bottom,
the treasure trove—
only with pure pearls—
is it about to be released,
gushing forth to the beach?
It does matter—being here is full of bliss!

Then the sun drops
out of the clouded screen.
And in Sandbanks, in Poole,
we couldn’t blink
seeing the sunset view.
The age-old golden painter—
yet to paint something new!