Time was passing quickly
rain was pouring heavily
trying to spoil my hope
the rope was wet
the air was cold
it was important but
yet i could hold
and time went on
i could not stop it
then a moment came on
victory it brought
and the game was over
i wounded my hands
but my soul never
thus i met success my friends.
(Muhammad waqas baloch, CCL X)
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