With weary eyes, I gaze upon this sheet,
Whose uttering your eyes will soon meet.
This I render, for I must convey,
Of one righteous calling that I must obey.
So prepare you your infantry and yourself too,
As I march to charge and conquer over you.
No more may we breathe of the same sky,
Hence it be clear that one of us, one must die.
To you- The bringer of dismay I write,
The one whose guilty of wounding my pride.
All your goods may unite, yet cannot make,
A case for the wronging, a trial's debate.
-Karan Ghosh
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