The flow of the tide
in the Bay of Bengal
with a lightest noise
a kind of humming
and slightest gradation
subtle and pensive
the colour of water
being at times pale blue
most dark, turns me spell bound .
Raga Mohana floats in the air
the swarassa, ri, ga, pa ,tha, sa,
flows with such melody,
the permutations
and combinations of
the swaras along with
the alapana invigorates.
Mellifluously divine
The fathomless Ocean
the rhapsody through the air,
the rhythm of iambic pentameter
found in Shakespeare’s sonnets.
corelate and corroborate, The hot
masala tea stimulates an elation.
I feel I am at the top of the world.
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Meenas Poems 