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Journey

Break one leg it hurts
I cripple to my journey
Walk walk walk
I yell to my cripple heart
Let me breathe, take a moment

I have learnt to fight
But fighting is not an option
When I was raised for peace

Pull Push Shrug Fall
Slowly rising, Float
UP, up up I go
Everything in the past look small

Keep moving is the ‘mantra’
Every legend rise from such
Got to keep pace
What hurts now is the friend for tomorrow

Aim Dream Stretch Reach
Home I will call it.

After all, everything back was a journey
Keep peace my love
Home is where I am heading.

Sarmin Rauf
MBA-EB

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