I had my scars.
This war will not end any day,
fighting with my brute.
Your presence I
feel in my wounds. Will not
convert meinto martyr.
Soon I will pick
up bloody path of learning,
what I am, I was.
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The scars should be removed from mind. A tender path should be followed soon. An amazing poem is shared.