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
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