People who condemn me,
People who shun me,
The crowd that loathes and despises me,
Everywhere I go, the stares and fingers follow,
Yet bearing the brunt of savagery, I keep spurring forth...
Hiding and cowering, never my intention;
For my scurples are as intact as ever...
But the world of quagmire, makes them appear old and redundant...
The denial to sell my conscience labels me a worst offender...
Allowing sincereity, integrity, protest and bellows fall in the same bracket;
Leaving a bitter taste about the passion and dedication to my chosen field of career...
Border-Gavaskar Trophy: Rekindling past glories, India's winning road takes a new turn
A popular refrain throughout the recently wrapped-up Test series between Australia and India was that the matches were a throwback to the ...
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i write poems... and dis one is written for moi favourite player: ROGER FEDERER... i am planning to send it to his fan mail address !!! U r ...
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It all began with the Great Buttermilk spillage, an inadvertent spillage that completely drenched a naive and an almost-outdated piece of... -
A nation, at times, is defined by its leaders. And at times, a nation’s leaders end up limiting its horizon. Leaders come in many size...
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