Sitting in a semi- circle around the Sandhyadeepam
Reciting from Ramayana and Mahabharatha
Listening with awe and interest
You filled in us ideas and ideals
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Celebrating Silence
Alone, alone on the wishful hilltop
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At the departure terminal
That is my son, going up the ladder
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Butterflies are pretty things
Carry nature on the wings
Life they made us colorful
Painting nature beautiful
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Do they call me again.........?
Can we turn the wheels of time back......
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Where should I spread my bed sheet......?
On the left is scorpion and spider
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hide and seek of pain and pleasure
spinning us in whirlpool beyond measure
when and where, in life, we be in leisure
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The air grows grim
oscillating between remembrance and forgetfulness
the world crumbles
between fear and hope
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