A POEM TO START WITH!

Hmm, well... its been days i have written another Blog, so just thought to create a new one... and start it with a Poem!.

The fight was cumbersome, the battle was enduring,
The soldier though lonely thought he would be winning,
Relentlessly fought the fight for his life,
But the altar of heaven was still dissatisfied with his plight,
When suddenly the sun, blotted earlier by arrows showed up in the southern sky,
He thought to himself that - may be this my dear is the start of his life,
But alas it was not the war Gods, who were pleased,
They thought to test his patience with ease,
So when he thought he won, they waged another war charged with emotions of every sort,
A soldier who knows to fight with his brawn and brain had to think with his heart to drain,
But to his despair it was not his time to win,

With his head up looking at the sky and his knees touching the sand,
He said O’ lord of the world, I lie beneath ur wand,
He laid his sword , and said out loud forgive me O lord this is not my fight to fight,
The blow of emotions is too big for anyone to withstand, I have no courage to fight it when time does not stand,
The sorrow of my loved ones, the tears of my kin, is heavier than a gargantuan skin,
So here my lord I state that I am the vanquished one, O’ Victor you rejoice for it is your win,
I fall down and wreathe in pain and sorrow greater than the crying dame,
The warrior opens his helmet wide and shows the face to southern sky,
Upon the shunshine the God’s see, it was a Eve whom they thought of adam to be,
The God’s feel a pain in heart when she cries out loud and hard,
She asks with her sorrowful voice ‘OHH MASTER WHY HATH THY FORSAKEN ME’,
Was I not your loving child, was I not your little smile, was I not the flower to bloom, was I not the beacon of night,
But I chose to fight out loud and show the world that I am just not a little child,
Was this the reason that you left me, was this the reason that you fought me,
If the God doesn’t stand guard to his child than how the world is going to survive,
OHH MASTER YOU HAVE FORSAKEN YOUR BRIGHT CHILD,
OHH MASTER YOU HAVE FORSAKEN YOUR ARMOUR’S MIGHT,
OHH MASTER MAY YOU COME TO THE WORLD,
AND BE A WOMAN AND FIGHT OUT LOUD,
AND MAY YOU GET THE PAIN YOU HATH CAST UPON ME,
AND KNOW WHAT IT MEANS,
With these words she breathes her last might and falls down below under the southern sky,
There comes the God with his arms open, his hair wild and his heart depair,
He takes her into his arms and says O kid I am sorry for what i did,
And raises her to the light of the skies and tells may her name survive .