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Duke of Cape Dignity

Riding he is the horse of glory
Taking every step with pride
Countering the voids in his path
Taking the world in his stride

Walk with him for a while if you please
He will look at your wounds today
Give you healing all he can
Stay in comfort with him all on

Wounded soldiers don't stop being brave
Ride always to Cape Dignity
Hopes and expectations don't follow emotions
Its the victory of mind over the heart

Keep walking the slain martyrs
Towards the pinnacle of success
Beheaded and lifeless yet determined to win
Would they leave what they ever had?

Keep going to the goal alone
No one do they need along
Crutches of gold are of use any?
Crawl will they to get there

Ride alone and ride with pride
Keeping their saddles all set by side
Strong and level-headed the necks of war
Fear and ripples they counter from far

Educate the mind, harden your soul
Leave the fritters at bay for roll
They can win and conquer alone
They don't need no help in war

The death cycle is over now
Pain and sorrow have gotten blue
The infected blood doesn't emanate stealth
Its just that the world seems to awkwardly staged

Tie up that wound and run away
Ride they the horse with all the courage
I will go with them always
I will never be an unsung hero

  Saurabh Kumar 
November 13, 2000

 


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