The boat at the shore, standstill,
Water rippling around.
Stale smell of confinement
Accumulating like layers
Of flaked paint.
The purpose, sepulchred
The destination, lost.
An allegory to captivity
Of life among
Temporal necessities.
Scattered Thoughts 
Beautiful photo and nice poem
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Well-timed!A lovely composition Maniparna!
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Thanks, Rahul. Glad you liked it… 🙂
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Beautiful pictures. Where’s this?
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Thank you. It’s a place in Hooghly, West Bengal. The river is actually Ganga…
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Beautifully penned ♥️
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Thank you… ❤
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Beautiful image and poem depicting the present status well… being confined by coronavirus, mask, and lockdown! Life is almost standstill.
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Aptly said… tale of this time… 🙂
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A beautiful image and poem.
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Thanks. Glad you liked … 🙂
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Nice blog
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Thank you… 🙂
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My pleasure, followed you!
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Thanks. You got a new follower too… 😀
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Absolute beauty and soul in every word capturing essence about souls, nature and destination, Maniparna. Stay safe.
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Thanks, Vishal. You too, stay safe… 🙂
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Fantastic ….. The similarity has been drawn so beautifully Maniparna 💯
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Thanks for the words of appreciation… 💛💚
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You are always welcome 💚💚
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So topical – well written
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Thanks, Derrick… 🙂
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That about sums up life during these stressful times Mani. Nicely done 🙂 Hope you and your family are safe and happy.
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Thanks, Andy 🙂 Yes, we are safe and sound till date. Hope you people are good too… ^_^
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