No clouds of grey scattered on the horizon of my dreams
The sky is bright and sunny,
The pelagic birds faintly visible far on surface of sea
I too walk on this lone shore of dreams,
With the oscillating silvery tides of joy wetting the anklets,
With the murmuring breezy winds whispering into my ears.
The shells of yesteryears slept under the seabed
enlivened your memories
While I gathered a few that settled on the shore
Perhaps to quench the curious mind
That followed your footprints for decades vanished into oblivion;
Whenever the towering waves terrified my consciousness
I found you on the clouds over the sea,
The days and nights of the springs &autumn
hibernated in the frozen land of memories
Those shells emanate the fragrance of your heydays in this land;
Still its mellifluous music enchant you from miles away.
Migrating birds of this shore reach your land ,
The water of the sea travel miles to touch your feet,
Tell you to be part of this shore where I walk,
In search of those shells of seabed sleeping for decades…
And those butterflies flying high for me to the rainbows
on my firmament which never fade with time
Although rain of my land drizzled over for years perpetually…
copyright dr sanjana p souparnika
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