SAND

im never myself

and never for myself

and that was why

i had dug down the sand

for some short messages

the bucket was deep

and the sand mostly dry

i took it out one after other

bucket in hand 

i emptied my messages

and my world went tring tring

no one knew where i had hid

such was the load

of unread messages

i was dog tired

but i still tried and tried

to keep the messages

away from my sleepy mole

but i couldnt

that is the quality of sand