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My enemies have injured my wings not to fly I am with bare head and foot under naked sky Now I am ready for the brawl from eye to eye Being professional soldier I haven't learnt to cry Enemies may resort to their tricks being weak I know my limitations I will never ever seek My future is bright their future is but just bleak Their actions are oblique my approach is unique I am determined to be soldier of God to be martyr I  do not have a shopkeeper's mind to go for barter I don't attack from back but remain front to declare I am a soldier being frank straightforward and fair Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
Injured Wings
My enemies have injured my wings not to fly I am with bare head and foot under naked sky Now I am ready for the brawl from eye to eye Being professional soldier I haven't learnt to cry Enemies may resort to their tricks being weak I know my limitations I will never ever seek My future is bright their future is but just bleak Their actions are oblique my approach is unique I am determined to be soldier of God to be martyr I  do not have a shopkeeper's mind to go for barter I don't attack from back but remain front to declare I am a soldier being frank straightforward and fair Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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