I have gone behind truth
Trained before specialists
Like an attempt for Olympics
Juan died
Former President
Memory of humans short
For him.....
A tiny column...
Away from break storms
a few focus their hearts
towards Athens,
Olive branches,
Peace mementoes…
Apart from the fire in that torch
New champions emerge….
And truth!!!!!
To be precise
A precious box of golden alphabets
See it from far like stars and moonlight
Never go behind.. sting not
It is true….
It burdens my soul…
you listen…
I think…
I should have gone to one
Therapeutic sanctuary
for meditation instead.....