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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