There are treasures that entice dreams
By their resplendent sparkle that winks
Often to add glitter to an ever eager flow
The gush to fall from gorges to the delta
That ends with a poise of strangulation
By the closed clutch of accumulated silt
Drowning only to find the cherished jewel.
Amidst this paradox of the twirling path
Where the origin and destination mingle
For the grave swings and cradle is buried
When the courage finds a crevice to sprout
The search that confounds the determined mind
Is to find the destination to commence.
4.5.26
Enroute Mumbai
2346
18.21 hrs
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