After life's adversities...
Sea and sky,
song and shore,
We lie and chat
on the pebbles’ shore,
Skylark’s swoop and song
Ringing like a
prophetic note,
Through the ascension, we merge
coil along the Beauty
of the Universe.
We think of the past, present and future,
get annoyed by the pitfalls of life,
hoping life
would be better, wished
life could have taken us through safe
moorings and ended
in river valley of
blessed spot. But now all in divergent shapes,
praying The
Almighty that Life would steer
into a calm and
steady sail. What wealth remains
after all turbulence and adversities?
Only moors and sandy shores,
Skylark descending slow into a
lifeless empty
passage.
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