A secret Escape

A secret Escape short poem

Away from noise,
away from crowd,
I seek a secret escape
with no one around.
Tired of listening what to do.
what to seek,
why don’t they just let me be.
Dream of having my own world,
living life on my own grounds,
from the unworthy noise and crowded people around.
Hope to find out solace
with thought of my secret escape,
so what if it’s just for a day.

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Simranjit Singh
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you think like me 🙂 . great work , Thanks .

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A longing most will relate to..for a secret escape from the strife and struggle.Well wriiten @@Illahi_Bedi

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