Undaunted Warrior

A piece of land, nothing but endless soil,

From there arose something quite divine.

A little cut, a deeper wound,

Left a subtle scar, copious enough.

Yet it mattered not to someone so doughty,

Who walked through a world of prejudice 

From as a youthful deity.

Seeking refuge in the lessons of tales,

She walked a path too bold to be traced,

And left a legend that stays till date.

Yet I write these lines only for you to know,

The strength

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of the woman,

Stoic to even fate's jestful play.

For she walked on, her head still tall,

And waved a flag for her country’s crown.

But amidst the feeling of pride and bravery,

She couldn't help but feel a pang of utmost gallantry.

But in the buried depths of the mind,

She mourned in helpless vain 

And wept for the lifeless body bedecked with wounded pain.

Oh, for it was her husband after all,

Lost in the battles of an untold war.