You think amidst thoughtless a few
When your spirits are too low,
as low as the choked voice,
compunction and distraught
in the boggling mind,
you walk on the shores ,
rhythm and rigmarole
gyrate with the waves,
You count the majestic ships ;
Blue, Deep, how sail amidst
turbulence, flagged off,
sequestered, you sit in a corner
slipping the sands,
you cant afford to slip
the precious Time:
You look up at the sky,
Starry night your
lone companion ,
for the exodus is visible.
also inevitable ever.
unaccountable stars twinkling
Perhaps the dead also merge there,
where are those dead?
The departed souls
are not far off.
Those are encircling
in and around your vicinity.
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