Dream Dies

She, a little soul was fabricating a small housing with sand 
on the beach.
That was last Nov-Dec I remember, I visited.
There was the news for the storm's arrival.
Police-men were forcing people to leave the beach and go back.
But, she was indulged in that.
"I think it's enough my darling, leave it as there is a storm!"...
 I shouted at her in a lovely manner.
"storms don't come there in Karachi,
no danger for my small handy made sand house" ..she passed a comment.
She was a self-assured and out-going small girl.
Meanwhile, a wave moving forward smashed her beautiful small house.
Seeing her dumbfound, my eyes began to shed tears, lips whispered;

"To devastate sandy-castles no need of storms, just one wave is enough.!!