Taimoor Ling
Taimoor Ling
He was the bravest the strongest of all
He was the greatest and ruthless of all
He never failed nor feared the death
And the whole world followed his call
Not a tear came from his eye
When he saw so many die
He had no heart but just a stone
And yet he fought with heart alone
Every castle, every wall, every vessel
Before him fell
And his tale anyone can tell
Without any hassle
He ruled like a King
And lived like a beggar
He was Taimoor Ling
The two handed fighter
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Copyright © Abdullah Atta | Year Posted 2013
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