Ten thousand miles away from you,
Doesn’t make me unknown to your bruises and pains
Ten thousand steps ahead of you,
Doesn’t stop me cheering at the rains.
Ten thousand times above your head,
Doesn’t take away my strength to fall and start all again
Ten thousand ways of meeting mess ups
Doesn’t make me familiar to all the deceptions in the game.
Ten thousand years of living life just,
Makes no one solemn expert and acute in the never ending treks
Ten thousand years of suffering and anguish has,
No contract over the demise of the joyful sparks.
A book has not just a cover to rate…
© 2013 Snehal Sahay
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