A Water View!

Like a tear, rolling down
or the roaring, mighty, ocean wave,
there rests love, sublime!

Yes! the darkness, in the death
or the fearless, of a myth,
are all real, only underneath!

About the sailor who tried
or the failure, who never cried!
Together, gets buried, deep inside!

Be the hurricane, that passed by
or the monsoon, she came across!
Both fairly favour the eyes!

The flower, of an early spring,
or her hair, lashing like a string,
caresses! even in my dreams.

The month of harvest, yet to come
or before the starving, on the street,
a shadow- is what all seek!

By the tickle in the belly
or the fickle of the mind,
only heart beats, remain entwined!

Let it be ‘on the rocks!’
or to the bottom of the sea,
remember to drown in glee!

A drop or a dew, vapor or a view,
No matter how you skew!
It holds water after all,
is always true!

With all this in lieu,
to a miraculous few,
water is just a view
of a question in due!

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if you and I were walking on a beach, you may prefer being mesmerized by the horizon while I choose to inspect introspectively the foot trails I leave behind!
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Yes that is true and I kept thinking of poor souls who do not have water. They miss more than just thirst


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