I gathered like a collector,
And put them all together
Like a piggy bank that's dear
I held them close too near.

The Waves may clam
what's written on sand ,
and so i carved them
safely on the land.

Structures may change
when the clay is moist.
So in kiln I baked for
them to be poised.

All these efforts went in vain.
The carvings submerged ,
The potteries damaged.
Yet I stand here in pain.

Why you met me?
I don't know.
What did I lose ?
I don't know.

I stand vanquished
with no more stories
And thief you stand there
stealing my memories!