Bhubaneswar,
Puri.
A poet of silence,
Serenade,
Quietude.
The swans flying,
Seascapes,
Sea shores and sea beaches.
So private, so personal,
Image-drawing
And reflective.
Full of twitches,
Coquetry,
Conspiracy.
The winds blowing,
Heat waves perspiring,
Scorching.
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