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Venkatesh R

Children Stories Drama Inspirational

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Venkatesh R

Children Stories Drama Inspirational

The Escape Velocity

The Escape Velocity

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In a world of inequality, I got blessed with wealth and love.

In a world striving for survival, I lived with fitness and financial freedom.

In a world of restriction and conservative belief,

I lived as a bird, with wings that defined my existence.

Everything I wanted, I had, but it didn’t complete me.


In a world that puts a purdah,

I took the roads that not taken.


The roads I have taken taught the lessons from strangers.

The roads I have taken gave me a survival guide.

The roads I have taken expressed me to a new world of friends.

The roads I have taken wounded me often.

The roads I have taken gave me passion, but it didn’t complete me.


My journey started with a team of diverse friends.

We packed the necessities for survival and headed towards the beauty beyond fear.

The journey ahead was not so easy,

The journey ahead required physical and mental strength.

The journey ahead required anticipation of the situation,

The journey ahead required the timely medical aid and presence of mind in depression.

The journey directed me, but it didn’t complete me.


Days passed with me lost in the mist.

No network for help.

No compass to direct.

No sight of birds or wolves; 

Since no one could dare nature.


I observed, the wrath of the mother nature, as avalanche, 

while the wind was busy in romancing the stubborn glaciers.


The liquid in kettle kept me alive, as the death pattered the walls of my tent to adore me.

As death awaited to declare his victory, 

I felt contended for my attempt towards my dream,

Though it didn’t complete me.


Gradually, the death lost the hold on me, as I was not easy prey.

The mist gave away as I survived the rounds with persistence.

My journey recommenced, with the carabiners and ice axes guiding towards my destination.


My journey doesn’t complete Me, but my dreams do.

Dreams keep evolving, 


I keep emerging not for fame or to impress the world

But for leading a content life that defines me to myself.



This poem is composed, as a token of devotion to Raha Moharrak, the youngest Saudi woman, and other mountain climbers.

Her parents gave her surname and supported by being a carbineer.

She climbed hurdles in society and created her identity, In profession and passion, by being an inspiration for many.


Partiality remains in narrow minds, and not for the dreams, and for the universe, which stands with dreamers to make them achievers.



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