Showing posts with label fighting_spirit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fighting_spirit. Show all posts

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Glory...

Let me tell you a story,
Of a boy, oozing with confidence, pursuing paths of glory.

Soon to enter the sea, he was waiting ashore...
Fearless and indifferent he stood; undaunted by the monster's roar.

Imminent was the inception of his sojourn,
The day was far from over; 'twas barely dawn.

He knew the path ain't easy, but he was prepared.
Let come the fiercest of hardships; he wasn't one who cared.

As he pushed his first step in, wind slapped across his face...
He wavered a bit, but he won't quit this race.

Filled with determination, he went into the depth.
Lacking weapons, lacking support, he kept moving, completely bereft.

With intelligence and perseverance, he fought the mounting waves.
The beasts that had already dug, thousands of innocent graves.

It wasn't an easy battle; not a piece of cake.
At times he was defeated too, losing everything that was at stake.

But he won't give up so easily; he'll continue to fight.
No matter what it takes, he won't give away his pride.

The day will come when he'll finally roar.
Soon enough he'll reach his destiny, he'll reach another shore.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Warrior


Long ago,
there was a warrior.
brave, courageous
you couldn’t find a man mightier.
Well,
it hadn’t been like this always.
Initially,
even at the slightest fright, he’d faze!

Slowly and gradually though,
he started to fight.
Was he good at it?
Oh there wasn’t a better sight!
As time progressed,
his skills and popularity grew.
Soon enough,
he was among the very best few.

At his peak,
he could outweigh thousands alone.
No one would dare come in his way,
when he was in that zone!
But then things took a turn;
he had a fall.
Everyone wrote him off,
said he had lost it all.

He wouldn’t give up so easily though;
he would survive.
He would muster everything in him,
he would completely revive.
Fighter that he was,
he didn’t know how to quit.
He got back into the race,
better equipped, more fit.

He redeemed his pride,
he fought for his honour.
Without that spirit though,
he would have been a goner.
With the same pride and honour then,
he decided to rest his sword.
People would praise him now,
would compare him even to the almighty Lord!

And so he walked into the sunset,
Sun forming a halo over his head.
People talked of the times he won,
he thought of the times he bled.