The horizon, they say,
Is the place where the
Upright sky bows at the
The feet of the ocean,
To show his gratitude
For welcoming the rain
And sheltering it within it’s ripples;
Yet you said that the sky bickered
With the mighty ocean,
Thundering on and on that day,
When the ocean engulfed the cruise
That was boarded by your parents.
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Born on 26th of November, 1997 in an Assamese family residing in Guwahati, Rinku Mani Devi grew to be the eldest daughter of the family. An MBA graduate, she started writing poems from class 6 and continued polishing her skills with time. Being an amateur poet, she has co-authored almost 10 anthologies and co- compiled 2 anthologies. Her greatest dream is to be a published poet and bring out her sole poetry book someday and be a distinguished poet.
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It’s beautiful..! Excellent write..✨
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Thank you
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My pleasure
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