Percussions on the memory lane
Mean nothing more than rains
On a quiescent beach
They pour and pour and pour
And fade up into new sands of time

Did it flower you, O white lotus?
Or you opened up for beauty's sake?

I asked the pearl to remain calm and composed
Shine does not wither away in sea
But eyes of a Human are more lethal
They will steal away from you, your sea itself

No paradigm, No shift,
Only peace, without and within !