Travel musings – Lakshwadweep

The dooming sun will set
The clouds will hide the blazing sun
The ships will return to the jetty
The waves will recede
The crabs will move out of their sand holes
This rustic wooden chair will wear out
And I shall carry this souvenir of a scenery forever in my heart.


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