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Why was I not killed by bullet? Why was I left behind or let? I wished I was no more That would have been far better I look back at those moments When you had passed single comment You will never let me stay behind I shall come at appropriate time and find Years have since then passed I have been out classed No one takes me as serious one I am forgotten entity and belong to no one I think about it in night When it is calm and time is also right What makes us to fight more in real? “Time is factor” I honestly feel He could have faced And skillfully managed I waited for his arrival But god only knows about his struggle Well, I spend life in isolation There is no fun in life to have another relation I have seen years passing off rapidly I can only remember past vividly Rive waters flow calmly Strike at bank and move on gently I realize it as only option I must think fresh with question