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Anchored on a sun filtered shore 
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore 
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm 
Let it serenade heal my bruised palm

To chronicle tales of my hearts longings 
And memoirs of my gradual bondings 
To enthral my thoughts in the expanse of time 
Parading on the lowly impasse of my prime 

To write poetry ,prose or mystery fiction
Titled love on a mission to submission 
For winds of change will unravel the future
And the dust of defeat will cover the past 

II 
Invulnerable In dens of sublime realms
where embers of hope forever gleams 
Sparked moments that never fade nor flicker 
Down the coconut groves lining the ocean Vast 

Departing the depths of calamity chosen 
To savour the dews of my late night hours   
And devour not the memorable endeavours 
For beauty was with me in those moments 

One Inevitably engulfed in avid desires
An adherent of the much awaited messiah 
With amalgam of glee and humility 
And simple life of truth and sincerity 

III
Traversing the blissful cavalcade holds 
I contemplate in dissonant folds 
Harrowing scenes from the sunset vives 
I linger in my skimming crimson skies 

Seemingly, my life plied on out worn roads
Embalmed by these hands in worded codes 
In tongues of my fore fathers decent 
I will lounge in their culture with no lament 

Like those who came before me 
Who fought oppressors from over the sea 
and their legends enshrined in echoing songs 
Of "murmurs of pleasures, pains, and wrongs"

IV 
Whereon mindful of the lot i ought to do 
Arrayed within scenes from over the hue 
Gradually with hasty steps into depths unexplored 
And withdraws, into chambers of happiness and scenes adored 

To let the crest of my turning tossing mind detach from fearful odds 
And my blessed struggling kind flee from the twilight of the earthly gods 
So my heart and soul finally infuse with the fluidity of my course 

Down the  avenues of my maturity 
Down the patterns of my progress 
Down the depths of my humility 
Down the tangled maze of my life I confess...

..In swirling moon beams of alluring calm 
A faith in doubt amid a battering qualm 
Under clouds which housed the days of yore 
On this shell and plastic littered shore.
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