Wednesday 10 September 2014

Poetry 2014 Longlist, Aurosikha Priyadarshini

Sea Life

The Sand tries to calm down,
And the oceans swift and sound.
It’s the game of the wind
To play the shore and the water as it wants.
Why is it that no one is left alone,
To their self, in the magic throne.
Where he is the King of his own,
Such is the similarity of life and lifeless souls.

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