A Ready Fighter
He was healthy,
But he was noisy,
He was feeble,
But he was quiet.
When he feels,
Someone’s fiddles him,
He demonstrates against it,
And he feels happiness to ashamed someone.
Although few of them,
They blame him an abuser,
And called him a ready fighter,
But he feels pride on his struggle.
He always argues on them,
They feed as pigeon to shut their eyes,
But never realised why a Poacher,
Hiding himself behind a net.
He advices a person should n’t be so soft,
He will die for prayer and admit,
God shall come to teach him a lesson,
It is everyone’s need to stand for justice.
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