Where were you these days?
Away from the azure sky
Possibly indulged in a mundane
Landscape away from the blue sky
And Emerald Ocean with its sparkling waves
And felicitous sylvan surroundings
Bother not for missing the beatitude
Now is the time to bathe in the shower
Of golden beams and milky white iridescences
Hurry life is too short frittered on frivolities
Inanities have exhausted its toll
To resurrect you with a new birth
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