Thursday, 28 February 2019

A Soul at Fire

With the tears I fought
In the battlefield of time
With the pain I roured
In the brave land of life
What to gain is in the brain
Still the dreams laugh loud
Neither with the plundering death
Nor with the painful destiny
The mighty ship of success will
Defeat the wind to find its way.
So shall I roar
When the pain strikes hard
So shall I hear
When the rain sings for me
So shall I wait
When my thoughts taste sweat
So shall I pray
When I suffers the pain
So shall I smile
When my soul dreams high…
So my battlefield… I loves
The platform where history hides
To be witness of
“ a soul at fire…”

Published in Indian Rumination

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