I want to run,
Run away to hide,
Avoid the situation,
When nobody’s on my side…
I want to go,
Go to a place,
Where there is no place for fame,
Where the streets have no name…
I want to lay down,
With no worries inside,
Just for a short time,
Let it confide…
I want to feel,
The passion within,
Just like the old times,
When there was no giving in…
I want to go,
Go to a place,
Where there is no place for fame,
Where the streets have no name…
Where there is no shame,
Where the things are not lame,
I want to go there,
I belong there,
My soul cries out for this,
Making me fight hard for this,
Just open the gates once,
And let me in,
Where there is no place for fame,
Where the streets have no name…
Life in a blog 
Amazing!!!
I am telling you, you can publish them and you will surely be highly praised.
The level of maturity in the above poem was quite good.
I could feel every word.
Very good work.
Sameep
thnx 🙂