We are wanderers,
not by choice,
nor by right,
nor by crimes,
but by fate.

We are wanderers,
living in;
a shell,
a roof,
a sky,
a cloud,
and a soul.

We are Wanderers seeking to keep fit and survive.
We are Wanderers of the earth.

Man in a mysterious world,
filled with all things,
both good and evil,
we always see..
But amidst decisions where does he get directions?
Who endeavors to weigh his thoughts for him?
Who faces the What ifs?
Who is made afright by humble Fear?
Ofcourse its thats one,
yeah that one person,
which is you!
Be strong!
Conquer!
Fear no Fears.

Life is like a stream of gushing waters.
Yeah even a river that flows ceaselessly..
The waves swashes the waters,
and it is tossed
thro and fro,
yes even in an unperiodic manner.
The river of life never allows rest,
it has a lot to keep all occupied.

Alas! Again you get weak,
but
fortunately
you are strong,
what is all these?
The irony of
an ant
is
in it's colony.
The
fate
of a soldier
is
to defend his/her Nation.
The fate of a man,
even we more esteemed
is
too deep to be seen
but easy to be accepted and twisted.
It takes your
fate
to show you
your place
in this life.
For
fate
is like
a map.

Son
if you  can wait
and
not be weary.
If you can stick to your head
without headache.
If you can gather
success
with worn-out tools
and
not complain.
If you can be
brave
when friends are cawards,
and
also do all that is good
and
have an ego in appluase.
If you can fight
and
never be tired.
If you can treat
the lost
and
gain
as one, even when friends may mock.
If you can
pass
the unforgiving seconds.
Then son,
you are
a
man.

Yes what happened yesterday,
what happened?
There where rattling
of bullets
even bullets
from pleasant enemies.
What happened yesterday,
what happened?
There where clashes of amulets,
even amulets without
hands,
dancing to the strokes of a sword play,
even the sword play
of
our enemies on our soldiers.
What happened yesterday,
what happened?

Get thee up.stand up young, stand old, stop being a caward.
Yeah your morale are hidden uncover them you can't and won't lose fight on.
Even when you lose your matchete you have your hands fight, fight even with your enemy who is fear. Overtake and subdue him.
Your potentials can be turned into reality match on. Take hold of
courage
and you will win the battle.

This life
is
like
a drama scene,
scene
by
scene.
Different plays
and
characters
in the scene.
Some enjoying,
some striving,
some suffering.
Everyone has a role to play in this dramatic world.
For there is no escape route for the babies for they have to take part
in the scene.
Everyone has
his/her lifestory with
a
begining
and
an end.
No one is saved from
the scene,
except
he be dead.

Love is like a wounded and wet
bird.
Seen by
a hungry
and
gameless
hunter.
Kept beside the fire lighted
for warmth.
Brought up
and
nurtured gradually
and left with a vertinary doctor
to heal
and
keep.