Many lives I have lived in a lifetime.
A spectrum of hues,
On sifting sands, sitting by seasides,
My hands ever empty,
Unable to hold passing moments,
Unwilling to let each moment pass,
As Karna I stand on my battlefield,
Robbed of armour,
Tricked by Destiny,
Yet, I stand unbowed,
Awaiting a death,
Glorious in its ferocity.
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