Sitting
on the shore of the mighty Bay of Bengal at Puri, Odisha mind just comes to a standstill
and is lost in the glory of observing the gushing waves which touches the shore.
They envelope us in their mesmerizing charm.
But
have any one ever pondered what they really teach us, do they come to us with a
message, did we ever tried to hear their whispers?
Sitting
on a rock, beside a peaceful bay,
Gushing
water touches, the shore in a way,
What
a serene visage it dons to sing,
Whispering
something to mend broken strings.
Every wave with
lots of force,
And
with a collected support,
Bounces
to reach to a destination,
With
complete devotion and altruism.
Look
out what it whispers with grace,
Want
to teach some gestures of life’s race,
Collected
strength gains maximum score,
Then
why not assemble more n more.
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| Puri, Odisha |
Then, why sometimes twinge to head alone,
Draught of proud
overshadows our tone,
Partitioned
heart is an empty bowl,
Lay
defunct like farms during drought.
Break
the curdle of ego in mind,
Gel
with oneness and thoughts refined,
Bonds
of selfishness is merely a paper tiger,
The
strength of oneness makes one tougher.
This
ultimate message that waves spread,
Nature
teaches us lessons best,
Oh!
Why not we all unite,
See
the world with thoughtful sight.
Linking to
Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie and Wordle#49.
@ Meenal
