Young men, not even a beard on face,
separated by all, termed as a disgrace.
They marched ahead, with a broken heart,
they tamed mutiny, yet seeked love.
What they seeked, was a lovers cuddle,
they faced swords, and struggled in battles.
They faced cuts, groaned in pain,
they were soldiers, agreed to die virgin.
After days in battle, one fine day,
they went outnumbered, about to fall astray.
They gathered courage, went to fight back,
for death may come, yet glory shall remain.
They killed the enemies, killed to live,
they won the war, sand the melody of victory.
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