As the evening sets in,
Dislodging
The burning stone of sun
From its shoulder,
Tired from the day long toil,
Releasing
colorful balloons in the sky,
Whistling,
On the Marina Beach,
for the stroll
There comes
Barefooted,
The blue sea.
From ‘Aur’
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