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The Crash of the Waves ,
The Stillness of the Sand ,
Life at the Ocean is a Contrast Grand .
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The Depth of the Sea ,
The High and Low Tides
The Ocean gives Positive Vibes.
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The School of Vibrant Fish
A distinct Wave Swish .
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The Bright , shining Sun ,
The Cool Breeze over the Ocean.
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The Vastness of the Aquamarine that Nestle,
The Diminutiveness of the Cruising Vessels .
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Small ,Thatched Hutments under the Tall Green Coconut Grooves,
In Tranquility here the Day Moves.
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Smell the Sea , Feel the Sky
A PostCard Perfect Mixture  ,
The Beauty of the Ocean has a Winsome Contrast Picture !
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© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Inspired to write when i scrolled through the picture gallery of our recent holiday to #The Seychelles#Happy memories #Beauty of the Ocean...23.04.2019
Amitava Sur Oct 2014
Rows of sky scrappers
Are standing high with pride,
Looking to the hutments
With a nagging look and hate.
Said 'how ***** and shabby
You all are -
With full of filth and stinks '? ?


Hutments were in laughter
And replied them on face
'Yes, we may be poor
And may be stinking even , as you've said,
Still we do not occupy the sky
The invaders,
As you did invade'! ! !

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Amativa(9.7.2014)



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Surbhi Dadhich Aug 2019
I cultivate my soulful dreams
In dark, frozen hutments
In the tearshedding trauma
In the dignified sweat of labour
In repressive impairedness
Among intangible delights
Of a repaired lease
I penetrate into a blissful radiation
Radiation of ever-lasting candles
While dreaming an unsustainable dream
Among rags and foul trash
Poverty is a dying breath
A haunted house of lows and lows
A ladder's step wherein is a deceptive delusion
What I brazenly reap
What I surrender
When generosity will prevail
When coins be miniscule
Shall I bravely reap
Yet I surrender..
Uma natarajan Apr 2020
Sitting on a folding chair at the top of mound of a small hill
Getting somewhat sinked with the cool breeze rather chill
Staring out at the blue delight of the sea shore
Human habitations appearing in miniature to score
Surrounding hutments, houses, factories and the ancient fort
The minarets of red mosque and high court
All buildings rising to meet the crimson sky
Sky as usual stable with  some clouds here and there to weigh
Sheltering and embracing kites at their free fly
Between the sky and my tired eyes
There is complete wide gap and Perturbing sigh
Uma natarajan Mar 2021
The weary crimson sun is about to retire in the firmament
Furious wind starts blowing in speed pushing and hitting and attacking the environment
Perturbed tenants  of hutments of the slums appear confused
Kids shout and children develop fear with sudden darkness fused
Feeling deserted after watching their hey roofs getting blown within a moment
Wondering about the sudden happening, they come out to the pavement
Etched in sorrow and grief they struggle after next hours food
As hunger has no alloted time to burst out with its mood
The time passes, the outrageous wind stops, things get to normal, but the roofing stands naked
And the increased hunger gets whisked

— The End —