SOLDIER AND POET

You are a poet,

I am a soldier;

With pen you fight,

With rifle I write;

Rifle is trifle to you,

Pen is of no matter to me,

You are a poet and I am a soldier.

Today I am and tomorrow gone,

Today you die and in tomorrow you live,

You a poet and I a soldier.

If the country is full of poets like you,

They look at us soldiers with pity;

And if the country is full of soldiers,

You dear poet wouldn’t have even moving space.

If I move with you it's like a rainbow shooting flowers,

And if you mix with me it’s the thin edge of a sword,

Dipped in thick honey.

You are a poet and I am a soldier.

–SHARMACS

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