Pride Of Being Me

Pride Of Being Me long poem

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Here I am standing far away from myself ,
to touch the aroma of my own essence,
feeling the words that will never become mine,
I am still a star but with no more shine.

Go on and never look back,
never be ashamed, never fill the crack,
let the motion shake you up till you die,
until and unless you are a human ,this what you should come to realize.

Redemption is always exceptional ,
if you will run away, you will find certain terminals,
to choose between them is all up to you,
your perception deals here not your virtues.

So turn off the lamps, it’s night again,
watch out for a place, it’s raining again,
with heart beat pacing, it’s turning the game,
the one you will play if you will be a man again.

Destination cries and yells your name,
to make you a hero but not a blame,
you have that spirit so lift to that place,
where there is your reign, where it is not possible to be tamed.

Now, open your eyes to see the wonder,
with that heroism in you, with that thunder,
that hits you from within and destroy any blunder,’
to make you as the star in every astronomical calender.

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Rishabh Rai

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dreams are what i am chasing and so i am dreaming a lot not be a chaser but to know that i have lot to achieve. Right now i AM WORKING AS A TECHNICAL CONSULTANT in an MNC and carry certain characters in me that makes me a better human being.
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