• pallishreepattanayak 120w

    We stand near
    a blue sea
    of emotions ,
    the ups &downs of crest
    reminds us that we have a little
    heart which feels the joys &sorrows.
    There you start throwing your baby
    heart into the water & that sweems
    without knowing the art even.
    You watch people play with
    your baby like a cricket ball &try
    sinking &squeezing as they want !
    Oops!that lil innocent one !
    breaks,breaks &breaks but
    breaths.
    Survives &revives with multitude .
    How emotions dries up ?
    How death of a heart gives
    birth to a super brain ?
    Who knows the process of life ?
    I know .
    I have seen .
    Seen all the bombardment to the heart
    within that blue sea.
    Tolerated dying of that tiny tot.
    No there is no metaphor yet born
    to describe my pain but joyfully
    accepted my defeate in the game.
    And now that reborn heart
    won't allow to be played
    but ll ever watch them
    standing in the shore & smile
    with reverence to self.
    See my eyes are not blurred .
    Why should i poison my rainbow life ?
    Whereas I know
    "Words are often deceptive ".

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    No there is no metaphor yet born
    to describe my pain but joyfully
    accepted my defeate in the game.
    And now that reborn heart
    won't allow to be played
    but ll ever watch them
    standing in the shore & smile
    with reverence to self.
    See my eyes are not blurred.
    Why should I poison my
    raibow life ?
    Whereas I know
    "Words are often deceptive ".


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