i fear of
running fast so,
fast when turned back
i with me and mine
away
mile and mile..
where,
no one is there
to cheer my win
punish my indiscipline
no buddies and enemies
left alone within
only, i
with me and mine
away
mile and mile..
i feel as if like an owl
left alone in dark foul
night, where i scared even my own presence
silence say the story of absence...
It was better when
i was badly behind,
but
there were,
true people behind
with false excuses to find
to cheer my loss
and only pros...
I fear of losing all
to win one,
when
i with me and mine
away
mile and mile...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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