Sometimes I wonder....
How the waves roll,
Over and over,
Just to kiss the shore,
Sparkling with sand...
The sandy shore stays put,
Not a reaction on its-
Upturned face.
Yet, the waves rise up,
Over and over,
And roll onto the land,
To kiss the shore...
The sea reminds me,
Of my Kishore, ofcourse!
But what confuses me most,
Is whether He is the sea...
Or the shore, that Kishore,
I keep wondering
Forever.
Yet I never realised,
That He is both....
Oh, My Krishna Kishore!
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PoetryMany things that I've realized about this life... Many things that I've realized about myself... Many more about the society I live in... Much more about the world in general... But... Mainly about my world in particular... My world... FOR ONCE, NO...
