I care not fame,
I am not hankering after honor.
I am imaginative and here.
When the winter is coming to me
With mist and ice
I am the first man
To welcome, my dear.
I am eager to do my duty
As and when I am called for,
I know shirking is a sin.
My valor is in my words,
And I am polishing my words
From time to time with
Changing situation here.
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