I am the Primordial ocean
trapped in a balloon
my tides rise and fall
with the waxing, waning moon.
The symphony of the heavens
is the rhythm of my  heart
cries of my suffering children
are rending it apart.
There is a sense of deja vu,
echoes of a million births
lessons not learnt
from the hoary past.



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