Like A Soul Anchored In Tempest;
Which Searches Shore Of Eternity In An Hour Glass.
Inside Flows Stream of Unbroken Monologue, Telling me
there is only smoke of an extinguished hope.
"Glimpses of Eternity"
When I Grew In Pain: I touched that shore,
The pain seemed unending, eternal.
Still, I search for you
Like A soul anchored in tempest.
-Praveen Nautiyal
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