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For the first time ever

It feels so scary;

These waves make me shiver;

A fear of dreams dreary…

Rolling ripples make me wonder;

The sun as if bows down;

Candy floss and the squander

Add gems to her godly gown.

Mom did tell me before,

“It feels so exciting.”

It balms all my sore,

But sometimes devastating.

The roar of the rigorous ripple

Draws me back and forth indeed;

It heals when I’m in cripple;

I feel so calm though I bleed.

I don’t want to go back anymore;

Let me stay here always;

Such peace, such love heal my gore;

In ecstasy my head sways.

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Somali Mukherjee, was born in 1993. Her passion for expressing thoughts and emotions on paper emerged at an early age. Apart from writing, she provides vent to her head and heart by means of music as well as fine arts. At present, she works as an author-cum-editor in a publication house in Kolkata, India.