I saw him in the military fatigues
And in a khaki cap,
A small child
In the combat dress, military uniform
Appearing to be a military man
Standing by the roadside hamlet
And on seeing him, confused I
In getting at his rank,
Sometimes felt I that he would a sub major
And if that too not, definitely a captain in waiting.
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