Warrior
Man strives throughout his life, to gain affliction,
He is a warrior, for his life, not for the nation.
Since birth, he attempts to win positions,
This marks his ambitions to make collision.
Since the very day he takes birth,
Has to struggle, making life worth.
When an infant, he began to observe,
As he grows, life takes curve.
Arriving to youth, steps up to progress,
With his ammunitions, struggles for desired bliss.
Arising towards his goal never looks back,
Stalking his dream, for success, he never gets slack.
As the warrior grows old, he drops arm,
Retired soldier gets pension as acquired charm.
As death draws its curtains, he tell,
Not to conquer, but to fight well.
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