Old Soldier
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Glorious past
That came to last
With arrival of autumn
For good turn
Soldiers never retire
Or tire
I had weapon
Now I hold pen
It speaks some what truth
With proof
Of people's behavior
And I feel it as dishonor
Yet it is journey
We all thank almighty
For our beautiful stay
Never to feel in sad way
Whatever we got
It was never fought
It was destined
We just opined
We bow down
With intention known
Give us birth again
To serve with spirited chain
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