Deserted Abandonment

Grains of sand kept scratching those hard palms to get out..
The wrist kept on holding them tighter..
But failed to hold onto it..
Finally the wrist opened up to the open sky to let them fly..
Sad yet satisfied, the palm just rested on the coarse ground..
Injured it was, by the twiddling of the rude sand..
Just watched it fly away..
Stones on the ground weeped , but were helpless..
The sanctity of the union was lost..
While deserting, they did not even try looking back..

Scarred yet hopeful half lit, those fingers just gazed back smiling..