Prabha Trimurty

Like a shell on the beach...
My memory lingers on....
The waves carry them in...
The sand erodes their shape
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World today is ever more secular.
Let us preserve it with harmony.
We must not blunder into perverse,
To degenerate oneself to annihilate,
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As though it heard me say
spring stay with me.
A rose split apart
and fell into my hands
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The stillness after the destructive storm.
The healing of a broken heart.
The birth of healthy baby.
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He is a furry, tiny, fuzz ball, a curious dwarf bunny.
Irresistibly delightful of curious pedigree.
I spotted him in a pet shop nibbling on alfalfa hay.
He is such a wacky guy! With a powder puff tail.
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Early Morn Has shattered my peace.
In a mixed up self-renewing world called mine.
People awaken, to bark aloud their routine lives.
With virtuous and continuous compromise.
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Our society the nucleus of a divine message.
So eloquent a voice of maxims it brings.
The divine predictor, a conscript of moral purity.
Interprets so pathetically to metamorphose our mind.
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