Walking or running ,
I don't know what those
Steps told .
On a single road
100s were going
But were entitled "alone" !
People passing fast,
Intersection of passion last,
But still then why
You feel pain on road, eternal?
Why people don't understand ,
Every tackle hugs the sufferer ,
Not only you but rest too
Are walking on the road
With all that similar matter.
Your passion is to shine
And so raise your ladder.
-misskanishka
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