Evergreen Arms

Saini Sa'aB

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Evergreen Arms

He was as old as freedom,
and as red as martyrdom

He was born in battle-field
first thing, he saw, was a shield

under which, opened his eyes
and drank the milk of skies

His date of birth is written
on the wings of a pigeon

The only toy, he had, there
was a sword, sharp and bare

He was as kind as flowers
and lovesick as all lovers

On horseback, he learnt by heart
how to fend, to rush, to dart

He was fond of liberty
though his wealth was poverty

If you wanted his address
you could ask every cypress

He was as hard as mountains
stony, full of fountains

He planted in the grove-palm
his evergreen and tall arm

Though, was martyred this morning
his son was born in evening

He is as old as freedom,
and as red as martyrdom
 
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