XIII-III

A look of pain I’m and see no cure quick,
I boast not but weep being old, weak and sick.
I’m lost arrow though, put in nation’s bow,
Use me again if the nation thinks so,¹

1.         The literal version of line 3 and 4 is as follows:
In nation’s quiver I’m lost arrow though,
I am fit to be used from the same bow.
Basic thought:- That my nation has forgotten me.