Call of duty: A poem 

Even stones can be burnt 

with the lessons learnt 

That one can’t rule kingdoms 

that one has abandoned 

So let one’s will be the fight 

The warrior, from the battlefield, never takes flight 

The blood may be a curdling sight 

But courage is always right 

Justice is that diamond 

priceless when summoned 

Let the laughter of its rapture 

ring in the future 

That the undeserved time in prison 

was never lost of vision 

For all the world’s beauty 

is in the pressing call of duty