The Final Run Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
The Final Run
I wake up and run
Running to survive
To earn and live
I hear the cry
Calling me from behind
Cry of my woman
And my children
I run fast
I win sometimes
Sometimes I stay
Behind the race
I keep running till
I feel breathless
I have left the house
Of mud and living in
One made of concrete
I don't stay in a place
And keeping running
Till one day looking at
The sunset I fall down
Not to rise again
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