Very few can stand on the brink -
on the lake of immortals and drink.
Be forever on the horizon like stars -
martyrs are born in horrendous wars.
on the lake of immortals and drink.
Be forever on the horizon like stars -
martyrs are born in horrendous wars.
The elite in their stony castles prattle -
while in darkness, unknown names battle.
Commoners easily forget, sadly we let -
heroes of the soil to whom we are in debt.
Supreme is their sacrifice, a chosen fate;
They strain, struggle, fight and eagerly wait.
Salute to those mudlands, rocky terrain -
echoing the voices of divine, immortal men.
Prasenjit©2023
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