Etched
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It was a beautiful scene
Tinged with evening hues
Along the cool sequestered seashore
My soul wished to stray,
See and feel a little more
Winds, waves, sea and sands
And the glory of the setting sun
Incessant lashing of little waves
Plashing in and out
Bringing smell salty and crusty
For long and in loneliness
And on the horizon, a ship
Spreading his banner sailing away
And disappearing out of sight
And the setting sun strikingly picturesque
Going down and down
Where unknown
May be unto his abode down the ocean
For a good night's rest
After the day is done
As I was watching
The Nature's grand event
Everything around, in my memory
Getting weaved and etched
Forever as a treasure of rarity
God's perfect beauty
A superb handiwork
Drawing me closer to divinity......
DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK
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