The dawn came here on our shore
on the wave of the first ray of light,
carrying on the crest of her golden threads
the wealth of the sea from the abysmal depth
where the sun was hiding in the night.
From the distant horizon, miles away,
she rolled on the waves, was tossed by the fury of the wind.
Spent and tired she throws herself down
till the sun comes out and rekindles the flame.
Sushama Karnik
on the wave of the first ray of light,
carrying on the crest of her golden threads
the wealth of the sea from the abysmal depth
where the sun was hiding in the night.
From the distant horizon, miles away,
she rolled on the waves, was tossed by the fury of the wind.
Spent and tired she throws herself down
till the sun comes out and rekindles the flame.
Sushama Karnik
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