from their roar and eyes, one can tell.
Warriors they are, from head to toe;
destined for greatness, all must know.
Witness to the rising and setting sun;
There's none like them, there will be none.
They walk a path that few will tread -
In their name their enemies rightly dread.
On this muddy red road they will stay,
but death will stare only once their way.
At last, if even at death they stare -
it will be a pious and passionate prayer.
Prasenjit©2022
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