When the Trigger is clicking and you are of the aim
and   death   horns   on    the    national    Highway
yours   hands   are   tied   and   feets   are   bolted
and   devils    are   dancing  in   front   of  your eye

Fight All You Can
it is easy to blow
it is only hard to make the life flow

When ankle strikes the ground
and   elbow    digs    the   dust
and   retina  resisting  to  open
to see the hazy distant light post

Fight All You Can
it is easy to die
it is hard to stop life's cry

When somebody stirs your heart
to flame the eager passion
and you are seeing the thunderstorm barrier
and the solitary depression

Fight All You Can
it it easy to forget
it is hard to love the grogeous margarette

When the clappings are slowing down
and the solemn silence is spreading over
and the umpire gives the sign
to face the deadly over

Fight All You Can
it is easy to be bowled
it is only hard to keep the ball rolled.

Fight All You Can till you get the booz
Because you are born to win , not to loose...

Smruti Ranjan Biswal, your combat companion.....

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