And then does flow the time, in current of life. Is there anything constant? Then does flow water in current of Nile and Thames. And here, does flow the blood, rushes in veins of life. Womb did play its part, left alone, then inhaled alone, and cried alone. And one day, have to leave alone just like an unknown warrior, have to fight this never ending battle, and have to die. Even a martyr, yet unknown! Life-a battlefield, Man- a warrior amid battlefield! Can’t escape, got to fight and fight. Pains do make one stronger, and what to do when the ultimate strength then does become weakness? Bounded by sturdy walls, can’t turn back and have to fight and fight. It does pain a lot when wounded body faces these walls, then falls and falls. Then do emerge fresh green wounds, which do leave un-erasable scars all over. Beneath these eyes, the tears have dried, and what does flow now is only blood. And then does come along, across dried lips, an inexplicable tormented smile. This never can hide deep scars, which heart and mind do endure since incalculable years. The deep anguish, which this ancient lost soul bears since countless centuries.

A battle where there is a bet for life. Fight and die! Inevitable is what the death is, but does matter only the fight. How a warrior can laugh off his wounds with every blow all over his wounded soul, will ever the king notice? But now the soul is used to get blows through eternity. It is all set to take blows every time in a new incarnated flesh. Body does matter not, but does matter the soul. The immortal!