AB (13-10-1984 / durgapur)


Breakers pound on the sandy shores
Beneath the starlit dome of emptiness.
As the shells lie on the sands by the scores,
The air’s gloomy with a sense.

Breakers dash and scatter in spray,
As the nature falls silent to feel
The murmur of life- to pray
For one chance to heal…..

Breakers reflect life
They swell, puff, rise and fall
Life- to walk the keen edged knife,
Ups and downs-for one and all.

Breakers are torrent,
They strive to thrive-
Rushing in with the current
Ebbing with the tide

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