Listening To The Sea – IV

Listening To The Sea   IV prose poem

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Listening to the Sea – Series of poems

Blushing the tides around the boat
Living and Non Living both I encompass
Some bathe within me and some live within me
I spread myself so vast to see the horizons of the world
Turbulent cries from me can awaken many
Alas! I come looking for you on the shore
Am I demanding Love on a stormy night
I still linger on to see your Sunshine
Warming and soothing me gently
For you are my Anchor!

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Anitha Babu

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Dont want to brag about myself,am just a bundle of habits like writing,reading,cook,travel,long drive,being close to nature,munch good food, listening to Carnatic music,do something for the people than living for self.Trying to know who am I ?... Ha ha ha... Am just a bundle of habits like reading,writing,working,eating,sleeping,travelling,driving,meditation,like to do things/activities which involve people and also seeking solitude to understand self better.
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