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Across

Inching forward over the Burma Bridge I know I must move on Must bridge the gulf Before it engulfs me

Must steady my nerves Cling on to the swaying ropes While the storm blows

There is no return from here I have to move on Pacing my steps With the brief lulls in the storm I must get across here What lies there? I shall face it When I meet it!

Shyam
27 September 2011