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| Prabhakarababu |
Surrounded by
A pool of thirst for victoriesfrom nine sides,
at the bottom by the earth-
Remain as a
Lonely human peninsula?
In ups and downs
Often fell on cruel chisels
Only to wander
Like an unfinished statue?
Despite possessing wings to fly
Still gazing with tied up legs-
Hopping alone inside the
Locked up sanctuary?
Often strolling
at the bottom of lofty Alps,
With rays of hope
And begging eyes to passers-by
For a lengthy rope
to climb to the summit?
Quite frequently
Within the changing levels
Of inner strength-
Fully submerged in the
Full length colour dream sequences
Of probable wins?
Push away the
Blocking rocks from the
Growing path of ambitions-
To laugh at pop-ups of aspirations
Blossoming from head to feet always!
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