The last run
If Survival is an instinct;
Let that instinct help us survive;
And I am ready to bargain my life,
Let us run and let them decide and surmise.
And gets rejuvenated with time;
Let us orchestrate the movement,
And wait in the pavement of death.
For when we meet again;
We will be there till perpetuity,
We will sow our seeds again,
This time we are for eternity.
Let me borrow some twilight;
And some dewdrops for your mash,
For it’s a long trudge to our abode,
The journey would be harsh,
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