At the race
At the race
The air is thin
Here at the race,
Himalayan peaks
Bowing down and kiss
the concrete way.
The air is thin
Here at the race,
Heroes sporting
The game
of iron pain,
A tiny mouthful
So sacred,
so blessed,
The heart erupts,
Smile-tears embracing
the whole world.
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