Everybody dreams to be a good writer or poet of some sort. Not many of you know but since my childhood, I always dreamt of writing poems, novels, short stories of some genre. It most definitely is not just for popularity, NO. To me, it is one of the most convenient ways of expressing my thoughts.
I was once told Writing is an art, one that will just improve over time. One needs a steady and slow start. Because if you are rushing it, you are not putting your 100% on it, and it is just going to be a waste of time. So better, take your time out. Some might take even months to pen down the one poem, but I thought “What the Hell! Let me try one over the weekend”. And here is the outcome. And I named it : Lone Warrior. Hope it is good.
Solo Warrior, wandering the eerie night,
Riding, powerless; to the kingdom of might,
In the dark of night, ran a chill down his spine.
Terrified he halted, falling as his senses gave away.
Exhausting himself, as his body won’t play.
Jostled by the cold breeze, the Sky watered.
Alleviated he was, yet his voice faltered.
Precious! The Life wouldn’t leave. The night rains as he heaves.
Rejoiced, he mounts his battered beast, groaning as it leaves.
Anxious to reach, it bursts into the roaring winds
Blowing all whistles, riding though it burns the hinds.
Halting for one last time. Falling; to its master descent.
Admirable creature it was. Now relieved from the present.
Lonely was he, glaring from the top of the hill
As he looks upon his glorious kingdom, with his heart still!
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