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Oct 2013
Empty benches sitting still,
quietly
staring at the vast ocean,
silently
crying witnessing the
pain and plight
of the tides roaring aloud
in the midst of nowhere,
petrified by the vengeance of the cloud.

The beauty and purity
of the God
is luring the evil, the bad
as the venom of love
to gain immortality.
© 2013 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
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