People you have never met, can be portrayed a dire threat
Fleeing the war cries, they hear a voice, that can be yours, but its not clear
Or maybe it IS a drone, you let,
your votes sell, to pay a debt
If you looked at past letters, their lives can be, as yours Is.
This post has to start with a disclaimer, I don’t intend to mislead readers, who are reading in the hope of finding a new aspect by which to appreciate the summer Olympics, a new personal angle to some unknown (Indian) sports person ( they… Continue Reading “The Olympic dream”