Captain America

I am an Indian, yet, of Steve Rogers, I have heard, Though what I've heard, like fountain-pen writings timely blurred; On legends, many talk, write and enact stories many, Tough, of Steve Rogers, I had not heard thrill-tales any; Until, once, I desired to visit the United State, And know of places and people, that, by birth and deed, great...! He was young energetic magnificent enlistee, Rejected, owing his stature; he looked like a little bee; It's, hence, his transformation into a super soldier, Dubbing and duping in colors and shapes he grew bolder; Became symbol of American justice and freedom, His moral code resembled hard, yet, nourishing Edam...! Buddha I remember; Jesus! Confucius has his place, Muhammad or Nanak... each, in their times, remained true Ace; Thinkers, theologians, scientists, sages and saints, All have contributed and have been doing so till date, I might place Captain America midst greatest of these, As he offered his self turning this world a place of peace...! 26 May 2022 Captain America Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori