As the morning Sun kisses the thatch eaves
of my lone cottage on the vulnerable shore
and the crow on the rain-drenched casuarina
asks me to open the long shut damp wooden door,
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Loved reading this poem. This, to me, is the celebration of a life at the end of a joyous and fruitful journey blessed by mother nature in her own fascinating ways. Thank you, Dear Poet Friend.
Thanks also for elegantly created metaphors in the wake of Lord Jagannath annual Rath Yatra. - I draw the chariot of this body with my Lord