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The hardships, pain and agony of life, the iceberg of death, creates the need to escape from its clutches. Shalini achieves it, in this verse, in Different Truths.
Yes I have floated on the iceberg of death
Strange creatures I met
where do you go,
I ask the white clouds
to faraway land they say
I ask have you got the visa
a rara avis they are
filled with joie de vivre
We don’t need it, they say
I envy their carefree life
Oh traveller, take me with you
the wall is my sorrow
break the wall of separatism
And carry me like a paper doll
When I transfigured
Grey became they,
Awaiting the petrichor,
I tag nicknames to every friend
Puffy, Fluffy and Ash
Alas, I became pieces in the rain
My friends cried, cried and cried
Epitome of friendship they were
They turned every piece into a cloud
Now, I keep floating above the iceberg of death
Watching lands and seas, its changing colours
I am enjoying the travel, flirting with nature
I sing aloud, “Why fret for the bygone days”
I got my Passion Fruit and am loving it.
©Shalini Samuel
Photos from the internet.
