Only few have refused to be silenced by death
Only few have worked enough to pay him the debt
Not to be confined in the earth's depth
Countless have been gobbled up by the grave
While time has sealed up many in a jiffy
And like the dew in the dawn fades away
At the yawning of the sun so they vanish
These are wounds to the wombs
Cuts to the earth
Those that give birth to scars
And refuse to be healed
But their spirits history to adopt
Their breathing paths records to keep
Their heroics like the aged mountains stand the striving of seasons
While their villainies run the race with time
They are dead yet alive
Existing than the living
Their ghosts wear the garb of their deeds
To dance around the eternal narrow memory lane
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