Soldier of God

(50)  Raktim kishalay

I am a tender reddish leaf.
On a straight path I proceed,
Never on a path that's winding.

In front of me is beauty green;
On both my sides, a crimson sheen.
Head held high, I go forward,
Never with head bowed.

In my arms is thunder's power;
In my eyes, clear vision.
My thoughts are candid,
Words never curved.

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