(August 27th,1979 / India)

The Run

By the time
I started to run...
all the medals
were rusted
on others' walls,
all the children
in the crowds
had become men,
all shoes I had
had become air
and the grasses
on the path
had become thorns.
Yet I still run...
To bloom roses
on those thorns
with my blood.

by Pradeep Dhavakumar

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