Messenger
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'Arrest him and
Hack him to death,
For he has come to spy on us
On behalf of our enemies',
Cried Duryodhan.
And his brothers and the army
Rose with their arms drawn.
But arms and men froze, for
'You should not harm a messenger'.
But He, the messenger of life and death
With all the worlds at his command
Never is harmed by strife.
And of course,
He is not wounded by weapons
And not singed by fire
Nor drenched in water
And not dried by wind.
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