The Sea Soaked She And The Sun

The Sea Soaked She And The Sun ode

Uploaded by Soumi Duttagupta

Away from the crowd
She whispered her tale.
To the cresting waves,
To the frothy foam,
To the flying seagulls,
They knew her soul.
They were waiting for her
To wash her heart.

She left the remains,
She was carrying within
For too long….
Along the shore
The sand wiped it
All at once…

The sun called her
By her name….
‘it’s clean my love,
Now there’s space
Embrace that’s
Coming your way’.

The sea whispered,
‘Breath in my strength!’
They all hugged her warm,

‘Go my girl,
The city now awaits you’.

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Soumi Duttagupta

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Words entice me! I lose myself in the lilting rhythm of their swirls and twirls. A science writer by profession, an Odissi dancer by passion and a writer by instinct, I love to weave words to express the ethereal sensuousness of seemingly mundane things around. A knitted matrix of mother, daughter, wife, sister, friend and many more selves collate explicitly into an indomitable dreamer!! Holler me at to connect or else drop a line here on my random doodles!
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