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Second Birth

Dec 7, 2024
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By V. Ganesh


Climbing mountain, a reunion with mother

Safe as eternal rest, sorrow fades to whispers,

Echoes of your broken heart around the tallest peaks,

your only companions in the vast silence.


Mother feeds you with every answer

Those answers make your heart naked as a young child.

Your soul pure as a fresh stream,

Reborn, this time with the biggest question of your life answered,

Unveiling your life’s true purpose.


As a stream flows through many places,

You must journey far, leaving Loved things,

Lingering in one place,

Kills the purpose of your life


Don’t get struck in your childhood prints.

Venture beyond the familiar horizons

Bring smiles to the places you go,

Honor your roots with pride

You are not the same river ones you leave

Everything brings a different colour to you


You never truly leave them behind

They walk beside you at every turn.

They remain in your mind, like the river that doesn’t migrate but flows,

Enriching you every second of your journey.


Climbing the mountains is like reunion with mother

It’s another womb you safe and

But you born with purpose this time

It feeds you with every answer

The way you look changes, the problem you have become small


The stream generates and flow through the rocks through variety of places like the colour of the

world. It goes whereever it must go and finally reaches the ocean

Like that we must go wherever so leaving things behind, most lovable things, the things you can’t

forget makes the river stop at one place.

You kills the purpose what you are born for.


Don’t struck in your child prints.

Go beyond the world

Bring smiles to the places you go and

Makes your birthplace most proud of like the lover of radha saves the world


You are not the same river ones you leave the place

Everything brinds a different color to you


You are not leaving them

They are with you every time because

It will be there on your mind like the river doesn’t migrates it flows

It enriches you every second of you flowing …


By V. Ganesh


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