-Sangita Swechcha
Nowadays,
The tides rise; refrain and return
Leap up and sloth slowly inside me!
They flow like a river
Flutter with the pace of wind,
Stir and deform
As clouds do!
The tides fired by the time
Plunge into the sky
Then, hue a rainbow
So calm, languid and slack
Perhaps,
This must be the life
And, a purpose to live
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