It’s the morning sun, lightning bright
It’s the cool breezes in the beach
Trying out for their destined
Who knows? Who knows?
When they could be mine,
Long long way, Hard hearted clay
Round the bay…..
Resembling the wave
One snoozing over the other for the shortest route
But still no end
Again and Again
I have started
But never an end
Hey this is what the trend
Worldlost less beauty
Cud be, cud be …
If this lovely life has no end.
Dt : 15th jan, 2005
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