All the mundane, powers and possessions,
Do falter and fail;
Military and infantry, millions in number,
Do stray and stumble;
The hazardous missiles, cruelest nuclear bombs,
Do shiver and shake;
All the enormity, and vaulted highness,
Do wreck and capsize;
All the bizarre claims and pervert proclamations,
Do fluctuate and fall.
The sharp and shining swords,
Do shudder and shatter;
And all pointed arrows and spears,
Do bluntly get broken.
It’s not the means and materials,
Suffusing in the battlefield,
Shaping the size of victory;
But the guts, strenuous strength within,
Do have in plenty;
With indomitable, and quenchless thirst,
Do consort and consign;
Strong self belief, determined mindset,
Do flow in veins;
Confounding courage, and queer capability,
Do withhold and withstand amply;
Having belief more on mind,
Than on means;
May pave the path to the goal,
Serve as chariot of victory.
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