Undecided and been hammered
By the course of silence
The walls of babylon falls:
On his bossom it rests
And huge even to sustain for a minute
A closer look afar
Hoping to see an old path to walk:
None he sees hovering around the crossroad
Like an insect on a nectar
Undecided at the crossroad
Closing on instincts
And surging for an apt shot
Reminicing the helter-skelter
Of the days gone by
And looking forward to it's re-occurence
The walls of Babylon he whispers:
Huge even to sustain for a minute
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