Ascent...Life And Death
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Is it in your sight?
The time of flight
Is it here or is it there?
Near, far and oh where?
None has claim to be sure,
nor even a professed cure.
Time and place undefined.
How too is unrefined.
The freight train at a clip.
Fast approaching to the snip.
Naught shall stand in its way,
or the appointed day.
Takes with it all the debt.
Leaves a trail of eyes wet.
None to stay an none to run.
Lump of earth when its done.
None may say its ever late.
Yet are those, which cannot wait.
(Islamabad)
(May 11,2009)
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