My City Warriors Poem by Yateen Kumar

A city so old
Made warriors born
Together and enforld
Without them its lorn

Beauty to uphold
A story untold
Made city leaven
Those warriors from heaven

Every new breath
Enlighten their death
Won on battlefield
No count, how many have been killed

Their blood so pure
Made this city cure
Proud of nation
A reason of celebration

That love for victory
A war for victory
Made us for freedom
They were for freedom

A city so old
Made warriors born