In this world, all great men,
Have proved time and again,
One quality makes them win,
Having utmost discipline;
Genghis Kahn in the east,
To Alexander in the west,
Had ruthless ambition,
Forged by hard principles;
Winning the inner battle,
Is harder than sieging a castle;
Men who keep their frame,
Rise to the pinnacle of fame;
To pierce the armor of fear,
With conviction as the spear,
Slay the demon of greed,
With discipline you lead.
A day of leisure,
To enjoy in nature;
Across the sea,
To an island with glee;
Lush and hilly,
Filled with daisy and lily;
Go on a hilly trail,
Winding and meandering;
Where the fresh air brims,
The hike energizes the limbs;
Long walk to reach the hilltop,
And rest on the grass top.
Agile and adaptive,
Always on the move;
One move ahead,
To slay the enemy’s head;
Breaking any barrier,
The strength of the warrior;
Survival of the fittest,
The glory of conquest;
Skill and brave heart,
Rips mighty enemy apart;
The real warrior stride,
Stronger inside than outside.
Vast lands he prowls,
With a fearful growl;
A solitary ranger,
The ultimate killer;
With a coat of royal wealth,
A master of stealth;
You won’t hear an ounce,
Until the killer pounce;
Killer instinct, you peer,
In the eye of the Tiger.
Greener, longer and taller,
Grows the curly creeper;
With all its might,
Towards the light;
Winding and climbing with glee,
Around the strong trunk of the tree;
The selfless tree keeps giving,
The hold, to keep the creeper thriving;
The creeper may forget the hold,
Gloated with pride, becoming bold;
The strong old wind comes to behold,
Reminding the creeper, to never forget the hold!
They are expendable,
But always dependable;
Building something respectable,
To be called commendable;
Fighting from birth till death,
For the rightful heir to breath;
Standing out from the pack,
Like the iridescent peacock;
Grab the eye of the muse,
And sow the seed of life;
Lead friends to build a kingdom,
Bring up the heir with wisdom;
Is Nature’s destiny for men,
Fulfill it with zeal time and again.
