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Srijan R. Shetty

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And the winds blew, Cleansing my head of, Dreams I had construe.
</br> And in the blue sea quaint, I found no expectations to fulfill, All purposes seemed faint.
</br> The rock stood glistening, Unscathed by time; stoic; Years of mute listening.
</br> The blue sky dappled indigo, Vibrant; Couldn’t care less; Of the many things I let go.
</br> These valleys, the sea, Mocked the futility life, Of aspirations to be.
</br> Are we near light? Or are those goals still, Looming in sight?