Time,
And what is it?
Desperate life
Know not anything.
But dear
Beauty is therein.
Life and
The sea here
With us
At this time.
And we all are
Crying like anything.
But dear please
Open the window and
Enjoy the sight
Brilliantly.
Not land
But labour is
Your own.
Life- not static
But maintain
Status quo.
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