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Waves of Thought


You stand tall for the tide to pass
You know it will take away some of your rush
It is a bliss to watch it come and go
You wonder why it doesn't stay for long
You wonder why it won't stay back

 You wait for the next tide to come
So that it can wash away all your Worries and doubts
There is a huge sign of wave coming through
You wait till it comes near your feet
It moved the sands yet it won't move your feet



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For the next wave you wish it will take off your feet from the ground
It came closer enough yet the feet remains still
You contemplate why it won't move it at all
More thoughts came and you asked with a why?
You compare the waves to your thought that kept coming back with more thought


Only the sounds of the tide could be heard
You stand alone wishing if your thought can be heard too
But, not a single voice comes out
Your mind is filled with more thoughts
But you are afraid, nobody can hear it like they hear the sound of the strong tide.




                                                                                                                        M.Kikon
                                                                           

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