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In life's war of shoot to ****;
Winner has all, that's the deal.
Mercy not for all hard work;
They just rob in day and dark.
Luck with me as always thought;
End of day there's nothing bought.
Wise are evil, not to say;
Mystery's life but what the hey?!
Found myself in melancholy,
Why should I die so harshfully?

I've lost all and can't expect;
My big ship is in a great wreak!
Is war over, I'm so weak?
At life's brink, I gave a shriek!
Always lived in dignity,
Was to reach my sovereignty.
Man within says NO! NO! NO!
I too am man to play my show.
Got to collect whatever in me.
Got to show, I'm meant to be.

Pulling slowly, gripping rope,
Dreaming again from broken hope.
Blur is destined and vague vision,
Mind, still with power to move on.
For the new day sun high rises,
Wiped all past, and improvises.
So must rise from torment of fire,
Must win to great from a mere.
Come what may, mazes or viles,
I shall walk through all these miles.

I moved on to for I have to,
Went afar to brighter new.
Saw a golden gate ajar,
Few more steps in pain and scar.
No one seen yet seemed crowded,
In new realm I seemed beaded.
Could this be? Mind in frenzy.
Hope not so it's, it's too early.
Fragrances rejuvinates,
My whole self regenerates.

Then came a breeze to soothe me up
Nothing is to matter in this new lap
All seemed nice and all seemed glee
Alpha is mine and omega is me
No time here is seen to move
Days and nights all removed
Nothing in memory, no one to know
People all around in their own flow
My last breath, heard sounds of cry
Heavens sung as I'm raised high.
A brief description of this writing:
Struggling for survival and planning to endeavour the approaching new war, unknowingly you transit into a unknown dimension.
In your first feeling, not at all realising where you are you proceed on to accomplish your planned tasks.
Then at a certain instant a chill begins to put you in a dilemma of thoughts.
How do you get to accept the new life, leaving behind all the plannings and day night handwork for a cause?


S. A. Marshal
12. 03. 2007
S A Marshal
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S A Marshal  53/M/Cox's Bazar, Bangladesh
(53/M/Cox's Bazar, Bangladesh)   
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