Author: Prisha Mantri, Class IX E
A heavy rusty saviour,
With a fancy gold handle,
A sharp handy blade,
Waiting to come into action!
Screaming the word danger,
As it swings in the air,
Pierces fear into the foes,
While chopping off heads and toes!
It’s not always a deadly thing,
For it really saves our lives,
It fends off the deadly enemies,
As for failing to do so, Oh please!
When the sword emerges victorious,
The people of the kingdom dance with joy,
“Hail to the fearless sword”
They shout out loud!
Oh my, so many people gathered around me,
Praising my handle as well as my body,
There’s just one thing I want to tell them all,
“Don’t you worry, I’ve got your life!”
