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Beneath the golden glow, silver light.
In the cradle of soften sands,
I move in zeal, for a journey
towards the stable lands.
Lenticularly,
with latent vivacity that underlies,
along with the sparkling surf of dreams,
with latent vivacity that underlies,
along with the sparkling surf of dreams,
filled with unkempt vitality , I rise.
Capturing its peak ,the envisaged height,
with its mighty crust spread wide,
Capturing its peak ,the envisaged height,
with its mighty crust spread wide,
with bubbles mingling with air,
slowly , I subside.
Gingerly,
approaching the conclusion of the voyage I lead .
approaching the conclusion of the voyage I lead .
reaching my exide, beginning another journey,
passively into the anonymous, I recede.
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dear diary
On basic notes , the poem simply depicts the journey of wave of rising and then falling back ,but on a metamorphic note it depicts the different stages of life just from comfortable childhood to vivid adult hood to old age and then n the anonymous journey of death. Isn't life just like a wave? isn't the picture above depicting the very fact ? Well , I found it to be so. :)
yours
school girl
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