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Beautiful You are beautiful You have many faces Which one is familiar? Which one is unfamiliar? Unworthy me Unaware me Baffled me! But I can’t be worried In this simmering sun’s heat The only balm for burning feet Is the pace of continuity! Your beauty exists undoubtedly But the matter of fact is The nomad owns nothing He has no destination It is just the pace of continuity The heart is aware There is no destination across The lost one does not seek a path There is no relief here It is just the simmering sun’s heat That chars feet And that lingering doubt A ray of hope That there is a shade of comfort Underlying in your beauty! Shyam 02-03 June 2012

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