Listening To The Sea

Listening To The Sea short poem

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Rains have made me wet by now
Turning dark as the sky reflects
Every droplet I take within myself
Thirsty of love and oneness
When will mankind awaken
Not to separate me by boundaries
Labeling me and identifying me
For I have always embraced
Both the name and the nameless…

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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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