The Certain Few

Written by: Vijayshankar Balasubramanian

The certain few
Lost his family he did,
Agents of the king also him to rid,
Alone and stripped, the warrior waited to get his due
And plan his next strike; he had the resolve of a certain few

The jungle insects nibbling away,
Nowhere to hide and no weapon to keep the predators at bay,
With only the most basal survival instincts standing by his side
And the focus to plan his next strike; he had the resolve of a certain few

Season changed, leaves turned green, fruits turned ripe,
Time to strike.
The execution never goes astray,
Them who wait and plan, they will have their say
For this certain few, awaits God’s grand payday