Answer:
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
What month of the year has 28 days?
What loses its head in the morning and gets it back at night?
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
What turns from red to black as soon as it touches water?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.