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Deep inside the sleeping soul,
Like precious pearls in oyster bowl,
Inside the shells of sea mussels,
Far down in the blue ocean well,
Ideas hidden in every creative soul,
Waiting to be explored with sparking bell
From deep universe of visionary spell,
After refining their beauty ideas’ swell,
And unfold joy to humans as well,
Radiating novelty in this exquisite world,
Like fragrance of blooming moth orchid,
Once in a while they come and elude,
To be free from your turbulent will,
Avail and blaze before they wile.
Vidyadhar ...
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