I always fastened
Stones on my belly,
Just to make my army strong,
Today hoisting white flag
With my hands,
I stand at distance from the warrior,
I favour only peace and freedom,
Thinking whether
My aloofness will keep me
Indifferent from destruction of wars.
Though I am loyal to peace,
Yet on the face of the earth
Wars are always fought
By my sweat and blood.
I do not have any propinquity
With the weapon carriers,
I always distributed roses in the city
And I am the person who offer
Even the last draught
To the breathless soldier
Seeing the people dying in front of me,
I die myself time and again.
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