Nominated for battle
He is a boy,
Brave one;
Nominated for battle;
You need to know the like of
Millions in our campus
Which offers freedom.
And he discerns
Battling is more appealing
Than the barred freedom
Throwing consumed sachets of
Fake distilled waters
In a short thrilling
Life of rag picking
You attain wisdom;
'You need to relax
When sun and wind
Offers you a rest;
You need to run
If threat encounters;
the regale in runs
Is the wages
Paid for your wars
For which many
More sigh silently
Missing the
Unbound freedom
To run so briskly!
His mother who had
Given birth to him
On a free road
Of this free country
Was proud that
He was a boy born
Brave and brisk enough
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