Synecdoche short poem

On a glowing morning day,

By a meadowy, misty bay.

Walked to the sea shore,

Stumbling along those on my way.

There roamed many incognito,

Yet bearing a semblance familiar.

A déjà –vu of coming across,

A pair of knowing eyes, utterances and airs.

One with a restless countenance,

Lost deep in thought.

I said, “Come, hold my hand,

A little leisure you ought”.

One with a tender smile,

Brimming with care,

I said, “Come, hold my hand,

With you, even the rough terrain will turn fair”

One seemed tangled in a mild doubt,

Amidst the daily cheers so loud,

I said, “Come, hold my hand,

If you want to see the sky unfazed by the clouds”

Then came the one with faith,

One beyond the mesh of love and hate.

Now it was me, who held on,

It was the chalk and I was the slate.

The evening dawned by the meadowy  slope,

A walk ringing a ray of hope,

Hand in hand, as all stood by the calm sea,

I saw with a gushing smile, they all were a part of ‘Me’.

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Mind blowing! A journey inward, described beautifully.