hello to the world , i am neha rana , not officially qualified to be called as a poet but still trying to convey some ideas through some creative lines . i believe that an idea in whichever form it is , should be thought provoking. The Run A fetus runs in an ambitious womb ; fleshy legs , little feet. ready to take a leap. for who knows outside the womb you need to run with the chains on ! chains, that will grip your feet hold your blood and vein. but , you need to run with that, numbness of your mind and emptiness of your soul and heart. life is tough , you need to struggle, forgetting about small laughs NO! not even a giggle !! RUN! when life is drenched in pain even if whole of the running goes in an absolute vain. Who knows the feeling of running aimlessly, like a "death march" set up purposefully. so, stop for a while just, inhale and exhale. dont, burn your feet and heart dont set your soul on fire. dont run to find other's pearl in other...