Pre-Fight Speech Poem by Shubham Pandey

The darkest night with brightest light.
The ruling side is in high tide.
They have more hands to kill our one.
Their praises are more,
their occasions are more.
Their shackles are eager
to catch your feathers.
Their rooms are set
to hold your beloved.
Their tongues are dry
for your bloody wines.
Their hyena is ready to rule upon your child.
The darkest night with brightest light.
We have strength like the wind
which can change the tide direction.
our one's courage is enough on ten.
Our prayers are more holy,
our occasions are more auspicious.
Our swords are waiting
to freeze their blood like Moon.
Our gallant women are ready with longbow.
Our keen boots are roaring
to throttle their faces.
Your lion is also very hungry
to eat their hyena's flesh.
"History wants blood,
we will give blood,
but the blood will be their,
and history will be our."

-SHUBHAM PANDEY