Keeping the boat in the mooring he looked outside;
Outside the mooring there is a vast moor only......;
Only those interested in loneliness visit such a place!
Place where nothing grows and no one likes much;
Much of human blood has been shed there in fights;
Fights with gun to decide who wins in the race is there!
There is no end for conflicts between rivals anywhere;
Anywhere in the history of isolated persons it's true;
True, brave and adventurous persons have no fear....!
Fear of any kind they don't have as they are beyond all;
All things they have seen in life and are ready to die;
Dying they live everyday and living they die everyday!
Everyday is a new chapter of their life they are risking
Risking all they die hard to win or lose in a brave way!
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