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When the sea summons them Two women, one old one young They walk bare feet on the sand. As they sit on either corner of a bench One sees the problem rushing towards like waves The other sees the glad tidings one upon another The young lady is scared as if a dart is fired And the forest started burning Clouds of uncertainty had covered the rays of hope The Old lady is counting her blessings As the fragrance of past rushes Eyes glitter with glory. The sea is ever calm from beneath The tides are inviting to explore The adventures of life.