Echo of the Conch
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Echo of the conch spurts traction to the nous
And drags it on the journey of the world of calm
While I stands at my place oblivious
And the lungs breathe greeting psalm
Along with the heart beats the drum of devotion
To the source of vigor who sits unseen like an artist behind art
The head bows with horripilation
To hail the glory evermore smart
From hole of the conch the wind traverse
For a moment drench the heart through jubliance
A new hope and longing sprout
And world appears brimming with satiation
Pleasure dances in and out
Indeed, the very existence gets its motion
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