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Beneath a barren tree, weathered and gray, Stands an old man, his steps marked by a walking stick's sway, By the sea he lingers, memories etched in his eyes, A silent symphony of moments, where time slowly flies. With each gust of wind, the tree's branches creak and moan, Once adorned with life, now naked and alone, Like the old man, who stands with tales untold, A lifetime of experiences, weathered yet bold. The rhythmic waves crash upon the shore, Echoing the old man's journey, forevermore, He finds solace in the sea's relentless roar, A companion through joys and sorrows, forevermore. In the twilight's embrace, he reflects on days gone by, A life well-lived, filled with laughter and sigh, Underneath the tree, he finds a fleeting peace, Amidst the whispers of the wind, his worries cease. For in his presence, nature's beauty thrives, A testament to the resilience of lives, The old man, the tree, the sea entwined, A timeless tableau, a story enshrined. Though the tree stands bare, stripped of its past, And the old man's steps falter, weary and vast, Their spirits intertwine, a poignant embrace, As they stand united, anchored in grace. For the old man and the tree, an eternal bond they share, As they stand together, in stillness and in prayer, In their presence, we find wisdom and solace anew, A testament to life's cycles, old and true. ©Mary Rubya Whispers of Time: The Old Man, the Dried Tree, and the Sea #alone #old

Beneath a barren tree, weathered and gray, Stands an old man, his steps marked by a walking stick's sway, By the sea he lingers, memories etched in his eyes, A silent symphony of moments, where time slowly flies. With each gust of wind, the tree's branches creak and moan, Once adorned with life, now naked and alone, Like the old man, who stands with tales untold, A lifetime of experiences, weathered yet bold. The rhythmic waves crash upon the shore, Echoing the old man's journey, forevermore, He finds solace in the sea's relentless roar, A companion through joys and sorrows, forevermore. In the twilight's embrace, he reflects on days gone by, A life well-lived, filled with laughter and sigh, Underneath the tree, he finds a fleeting peace, Amidst the whispers of the wind, his worries cease. For in his presence, nature's beauty thrives, A testament to the resilience of lives, The old man, the tree, the sea entwined, A timeless tableau, a story enshrined. Though the tree stands bare, stripped of its past, And the old man's steps falter, weary and vast, Their spirits intertwine, a poignant embrace, As they stand united, anchored in grace. For the old man and the tree, an eternal bond they share, As they stand together, in stillness and in prayer, In their presence, we find wisdom and solace anew, A testament to life's cycles, old and true. ©Mary Rubya Whispers of Time: The Old Man, the Dried Tree, and the Sea #alone #old

Santhanamullai Mohan

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Is it already Saturday? Time flies fast isn't it!? With the virus spreading wild and people losing lives, days doesn't seem to slow down even a bit. But all of a sudden I'm unable to differentiate between Saturday and Monday. Oxygen cylinder laying beside me. With no sense of smell and taste. Everyday seems and feels the same. The same old hospital and the same old story

Is it already Saturday? Time flies fast isn't it!? With the virus spreading wild and people losing lives, days doesn't seem to slow down even a bit. But all of a sudden I'm unable to differentiate between Saturday and Monday. Oxygen cylinder laying beside me. With no sense of smell and taste. Everyday seems and feels the same. The same old hospital and the same old story

BP Bagh

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Nothing changed, In the village of ancients. we were the eminent insanes & remained the same In the new cities of Heaven. Millions of revolution brought To this colony of heart, There were only invoiced castles of pain & remained the same. All our screams were of the blood & bones To unchained the distressed souls, The eyes had only defences & remained the same. oh Birds, what did you get over this migration?? The beak had only four grains & remained the same In the new cities of Heaven... ~bhakta ©BP Bagh #fisherman The old man

Nothing changed, In the village of ancients. we were the eminent insanes & remained the same In the new cities of Heaven. Millions of revolution brought To this colony of heart, There were only invoiced castles of pain & remained the same. All our screams were of the blood & bones To unchained the distressed souls, The eyes had only defences & remained the same. oh Birds, what did you get over this migration?? The beak had only four grains & remained the same In the new cities of Heaven... ~bhakta ©BP Bagh #fisherman The old man

Ankit Kumar

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प्यार हि एक ज़िन्दगी है ❤️❤️ ©Ankit Kumar old man

प्यार हि एक ज़िन्दगी है ❤️❤️ ©Ankit Kumar old man