Turbid Tides

Calm through ages
Following the hints of balmy Moon
Into Peaceful eyes of masses
It breathes the drain of livings

Reach has got shorter
Shrinking to Centre
So much emptiness surrounding it
Do the chirpy masses notice
It tells a story

It’s a beauty still
Holding the shore of eyes
Raising a sense of life
a torch for the soul still

Does apathy of masses matter ?
It’s magnanimity of soaking turmoil
Into its serene tides still expands
Though its inner has got Turbid.
It holds the dam’s tranquility still.

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