Lost somewhere in the deep
Afar from the vibrant shore
That was just a row afar
The adrift in time has undone
Hours of rowing with hope
Of a morsel under sandy shade
Now the sun scorches again
As the waves simmer at noon
Followed by the aging of the day
That shows growing signs of grey
The painful dark that frightens
While the tides that rock sonorously
They toss up the world towards skies
From that instant of utter turmoil
A glitter of another shore beckons
The oars are ready for another battle.
Rishikesh
2297
7.6.25
12.19 hrs
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