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Triumph


I want to leave this place.
What has it given to me?
All that I have received
Is a whole lot of sympathy.

I do not need people around-
At least the ones who know me.
They try to peep into my life
And give their expert advice for free.

Just leave me alone.
I did not ask for help.
I have understood my flaws
And I will give my dream a shape.

But this place is pulling me back,
So are these well-wishers of mine.
I need to sort things on my own
And only then can I feel fine.

I will go far away now and return
Only when I have achieved my goal.
So that when I am back from my pilgrimage
I can sleep with a peaceful soul.  

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