All with suddenness,
waves strike the shore,
we miss the moments,
that endow the gratitudes every solemn sunrise,
and rest of world falls apart.
Diamonds of memories swirl
on every wave crest
as waves tumble them onward with distant vision
and such a sunrise is seldom seen.
We find the aroma of gratitudes,
When world is astound hearing such words.
It is infinite, for which we hunger
and we ride gladly on every little wave.
If we are to fall, we must fall now,
as sky sphere is mounting the Earth sphere
with such palpable happier moments
.If even whole world is be blazed,
we ourselves should be consigned to eternity.
We boast and differ from winds, waves and falling stones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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