Far from pain
far from the blame-game
far from sin
far from all the meandering
far from the maddening queue
and far far from you
I will flee
when shadows of heaven
or hell doesn't find me
Looking up at the sky, Saina Nehwal let out a scream after grabbing the coveted gold, eight years after she had become the toast of the ...
1 comment:
Where were you? You are so dearly missed my friend.
I do not know if I am right or wrong, but I have always found an inner voice in all your poems. I see that this is a very personal poem. I see that there is a urge to get away from the din, the chaos. This is a beautiful piece.
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