Life moves on
Sitting at the coast of life
I count the ripples
coming towards
and going back.
At times, serene
bluish and beautiful
At times, full of upheavals.
Some ripples become big
some die instantly
some tag along,
some never come.
Life moves on
amidst hopes and hopelessness.
Sometimes focused,
at times straying about.
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