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THE SOLDIER

Little and innocent was I,

leading my band of army guys.

Towards a destined Battle.

We drift forward.



Little soldiers, Captains and Colonels

Marching forward with plastic guns and ‘bullets’

With tiny fingers on the trigger,

seeking the enemies in their hideouts.,

The conquest would end,

when we had captured and taken all ‘prisoners’ out.



Though I have come far,

the desire still lives on;

to become an invincible soldier,

brave and strong.



But now, I desire to become

a ‘Soldier’ of a different kind,

Not the ones with arms and arsenal.

But,

a soldier who fights for humanity,

a soldier who respects woman,

a soldier who uproots the evils of the society.

An honest and selfless soldier

a soldier to spread love not hate,

Finally,

A soldier who makes this world more beautiful

and a better place to live in.



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