Brave Hearts of Battles -I
Lament not O Mother for a son slain,
A voice from battlefield was heard to hail:
Only those that on their knees crawl won't fail,
Bravest of warriors never die in vain.
And he that dies dauntless in utter pain,
With whom fellow warriors fight till last breath,
His bravery undiminished in death,
He alone deathless in death doth remain.
His last few words shall sure make you feel proud:
Two bullets alive in my armour still,
No one shall ever dare try, me to kill,
His voice still resounds from under the shroud.
Those that defy death in a battlefield
Might die, their valour never once gets killed.
21.09.2020
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