Poems

Hope is a lonely warrior

It is but a season, though a season it is.

A pall of gloom now, where stood a blue sky.

Yet, amidst all the death around, there is a death,

to which my countrymen, you and i must never die.

Sorrow is a conjurer, turns too much to so little,

Hardens woe to numbness, then tears will run dry.

Yet, to the memory of these pyres burning,

my fellowmen, you and i must never die.

Only constant is change, a lighter air will come.

And we;

breathless no more, when this has passed by.

Yet, to these dying cries for just a mere lungful,

my dear hearts, you and i must never die.

Answers to questions, then questions to answers,

Where the fault lay, thinking heads will pitch a try.

Yet, to that unasked ask of looking within,

my soul-friends, you and i must never die.

He did it, not i, its easy to blame.

Have we not created, then believed this lie?

Yet, to the blood that has tainted our hands,

i beseech, you and i can never die.

Hope is a lonely warrior, alas, alone she won’t survive.

Fallen, but with lessons learnt, tis certain she will get by,

And then if we solemnly promise history, to never forget,

to such a death, in times to come, you and i will never die.

in these dark times i have here a piece of my heart….

embrace it should it embrace you.

or ignore should it not….

– Arsee.

14 thoughts on “Hope is a lonely warrior

  1. Hey, Riddhi!
    I am hosting a little blog party to celebrate 3 years of blogging and 1000 followers, and you are invited! The post will be live tonight at 8PM IST.
    Hope to see you there:)

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