Unity in Diversity

Many questions, one answer
Many words, one syllable
Many invective, one blessing
Many loathings, one love
Many waves, one ocean
Many rivulets, one mighty Ganga
Many thunders, one shower
Many mutinies, one palliative
Many disasters, one order
Four seasons, one reason
Many chimes, one om

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  1. KjraoMay 25, 2024 at 5:46 AM

    'Unity in Diversity' is a good account of some contradictions existing.
    However I failed to comprehend some lines...for example ...2nd line.
    Thanks for this item in the blog

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  2. P K DashJune 12, 2024 at 10:40 PM

    Hi, Pravath. What a delight to read your poem. I didn't know you were a poet for you never mentioned it during our Bastar days.

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