Legends
Some souls sail seas smooth,
Some like to grow as tree';
Some prefer to be free
As wind roams and soothes
Some stand tall at beaches
Like the Lighthouse, they guide;
Sailors have gone with the tide
Their light, still blinks and preaches
Countless, they are, in number',
But, one has to search them out;
'Found them within - in slumber,
Like seeds ... all ready to sprout
04.04.2017
Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2017
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