I am pretending like there is no fuss.
As if nothing happened though everything seems to be in mess.
I felt alone so i frequented crowded places.
But Alas! i couldn’t even crawl in the slowest races.
My knees still have that wounded skin
Jaded surely are my arms but still trying to win.
I know i can’t turn back .
Though surely rare stamina & strength is what i lack.
The time is to wait for a friendly hand.
Who will help me to withstand.
So that i can see the world above.
Above the normal altitudes like a dove.
My life is an example of how life can get stuck.
I will fight till the end to show how to respect even badluck…