Gone alone

An extra mile on alien soil
Wringed bones, perched limbs.

An extra mile on alien soil
Tamper cold, fuming winds.

An extra mile on alien soil
A second marked oodles wide,
Myriad backdrops seized her sight.

A second marked as low as blue
Jammed to loam with binding glue
Slyly sun flashed the scene
Spartan lunar pierced rim
Backdrops resins jammed her lust
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THE JOURNEY BEGINS…

The title doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to 1500 more like me, who over these few years have promised themselves to “TEACH INDIA”. I wish the rest 1499 might have felt the same, like me.

The sheer greed to share yourself with the world. To be a part of something, wherein whatever you gain is in surfeit to show to the world. To be a part of something, wherein what all you share remains with you. To be a part of something, wherein your journey always begins and never ends. To be a part of something, wherein; you start making your own decisions.

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