An evening at Worli

As I stand here, all alone
All by self and away from ‘home’
Sea of people, sea of life
Some making memories
Some bidding the time
A musky smell comes by the sea side
Failing to leave a mark
Failing to make any stride
A wind of suspicion blows through my hair
I often wonder when will it disappear
Sea of thoughts, questions of every kind
They often seek some answers
They often tingle my mind
Like the musky smell of the sea
Questions come and questions flee
Most of them don’t leave a mark
But the thought thereafter leaves me in dark
Then I remember one golden line
A priceless virtue that transcends the time
Words of great Tennyson puts me back in the ‘field’
I pledge not to bow down, I pledge not to yield

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