Is it fight against fight
To uphold crime against time?
Is it fight against spite?
Then, you must fight day and night.
Is it against outrageous acts
That meet scores of turbulent past?
Is it to protect sweet innocence?
Then, begin fight all at once.
Do you fight outright for moral right?
Then, whatever you do is really fine;
You fight with might at your hest
Against all sins, committed for fun.
Fight to the end is the object of fight,
Fight for respect is rightful fight;
Win or loss is immaterial now,
For, you fight as part of a celestial row.
Fight rouses from idle rest,
Fight stirs hornest’s nest
And lays scores side by side
To force success to your side.
Fight injustice while blood is warm
To save mankind from definite harm;
The spirit of fight keeps mind in form
And binds man’s acts to reasonable norms.
Keep eyes open before a fight,
Keep eyes shut during the fight;
Keep mind tough while in fight,
Keep mind soft after you fight.
Once in fight, be blood-thirst beast,
Pounce and win who fight in front,
Lick your blood and lock your heart,
Hit opponents where hurt them most.
While in fight, fight to win,
Use all tricks, brick by brick,
Doubt foes and friends alike, trust none;
But, consult all and decide inside.
Fight for a cause is reward itself,
Fight for mankind enriches the self;
A kindly heart and mind with vision
And steel-like will take up such fight.
No defeat is defeat in struggle,
For, struggle itself is seedling success;
No loss is loss in a live struggle,
For, the loss begins success process.
The world is full of scopes to fight;
Desperate calls to fight wrongs
Are lost in indifference, in fear of fight,
Until some rise with passions for a cause.
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