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The Face Book Race….

In the face book, for a couple of days
I was out of action without any justification, 
With my psychic preoccupation. 

Now at this moment with face to face 
In front the face book, ever opened 
I admit without any hesitation, 
Yes….Indeed, 
A spirited, fatally ferocious race is on,
You are lost in the heart book,
Without a single page Turned and read 
Repeatedly again and again the target missed

The race is too fast and overcrowded, 
The participants beyond calculation.
In no time I stand alone, left far behind,
And already out of competition
Rest are diminishing figures in open stadium.

The runners are too muscular 
With exceptional mental coordination
The colours they wear for the track is, 
Out of a rare cranial imagination
In the fading colours of dust of the waves
No one looks back, motion unstopped,
The great crowd thundering on, in its gallop
The deafening sound unclear in its coded beep

Same track but different lanes, 
The distance measured to a perfect length.
No doubt, it is a long and lengthy race, 
But alas..! 
One has run on a synthetic grass turf
It is too absorbent to suck the life 
The trick of the race is, 
The tricky track, a wavered step declares you foul
The athlete is out of race unceremoniously 
The deserted starting line is a hot vacuum 
But lined only by strange blinding glares, 

The confused onlookers chanting and shouting
Are always unknown to jeer you or cheer you
Slow step or a fast pace, 
Withered or weathered, 
The race to be run to the finishing line
Win or lose…
After all it is The Real Race, 
Run the race and present your case…..