Fulfilled missions

(From my poetry collection 'The Nameless Avenue') 

Little Missions

On an ever washing

seashore where

layers of time

accede and recede,

       a tiny violet shell,

       traces of two tender feet,

       an abandoned jasmine

       found designed together;

       as visible marks

       of the passage of time

 what if they’re little

and go washed away?

They had their

little missions

Fulfilled

Vaiyavan