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(photos by Kavi Arasu)

They run,
bare chested,
in wild abandon,
to fling themselves
in the waves,
that rush
to envelope them
like a
grandparent
meeting a grandchild
after a long wait.....
Kids of the land
skimming stones
across the
water,
like thoughts
of fun
racing by
only to be
captured
in the waves
of a delighted mind.
And those
gone ahead,
ebbing away
with the tide
amidst prayers,
shrug celestially,
and rain down
a shower of blessings
on the
children of the land,
the green,
the blue,
and someone
who thinks he is old
but
possibly,
never stopped being a kid himself.....
the ebb and flow of life...
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