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Above, the sun is out, platinum-clad

Rich, robust, hot and haughty

Blithely unaware of the moment next

Assured, it has a bright second chance.

Here, along the flowing tarmac

The flotilla of fatigue moves on

But where? To the goal that eludes

For aeons is not over yonder.

Reaching there or rushing for it?

Every step is a journey in itself

The end is just the beginning, they say

Wonder, why do they rush all the way?

The Present has left something far behind

And the path permitting no retracing

Rushing ahead is the only option

The Future would restore everything lost.

Imagine and compensate

And that’s the mantra for all the stress

There exists something beyond the maze

A second chance, let me start it afresh.

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By

A. N. Nanda

Bhubaneswar

23-01-2010

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