He stared up at the glittering buildings
Around him numerous, in tens and hundreds
He stared down at his feet and shoes
The metal bars below numerous, in tens and hundreds
He stared at the straps on his body and clothes
The chains at his soul numerous, in tens and hundreds
He felt the fierce and loud sun and his powerful stares
The floors beside him numerous, as he falls, in tens and hundreds
He felt the sand through the helmet and hairs
The thoughts in his head singular, not in tens and hundreds
- Sachin.
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