Hour glasses of Nine waves

Set on those nine waves,
Crossing watery caves,
Batch of slaves,
Were naives,
Graves,
By waves,
If God saves,
They would have lives,
Set on those nine waves…

Where the sea met skies,
Colors make the dyes,
And the bise,
Applies,
Guise,
Comprise,
The Wave highs,
To make the ties,
With those higher skies..

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This is a continuation of the poem series of  Nine Waves

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Author: Sri Sudha K

So many things keep me busy...but I just found a way to store them forever. There is so much of Telugu in here as I just love my mothertongue....

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