A Letter

Sweet Beloved,

Never do weep when I die

Forever and ever thy heart is mine



The sword is my brother and gun my friend,

I have learnt to win just not second.

The weapons my children and prison my school,

I have been born to earth to lead and rule.

I work in silence but not alone,

The entire nation is my own.

And all its beauty I do love,

The rising sun and moon above.

The fields that promise gold harvest,

Ah! I love my birds, their silver nest.

The rivers and seas and mountains high,

Yes, the beauty of my land I can’t deny.

I love this all and you of course,

I have learnt to win with fights and force.

Weave my frames with golden threads,

And please never be gloomy and sad.

The time when I leave this Earth,

Feel that I had a golden birth.

And preserve my name for aye in heart,

For we are together though apart!