His heart was cold and frozen,
Like the trees in winter.
His eyes spew fire,
At the sight of enemies across.
Fierce warrior that he was,
His only aim was to save his flag.
He shot everyone in the line,
But ceased at the sight of one soul.
A small human stood before him,
Frozen in fear, with eyes trembling.
Tears gushed out of the fierce eyes,
Just like the summer rains.
The frozen heart,
Melted at the sight of the child,
Oh! Doesn’t our hearts soften seeing a kid?