The Poet's Soul

Written by: Akash Yadav

The sturdy pen sits in a pool of blood; A scarred piece of paper writhes in pain; The scabbed hand tries to rise With a wish to write again... Across a river of words, not long back, The Warriors had weaved a wondrous wall; Wherefore is lost the forgotten lore Of Strength that stood them firm and tall? Making desperate efforts to stand, Over they rise, again to fall; For however much they try to rhyme, They cannot rhyme with life at all... 'tis now the poet's Soul that must bring forth another song: His heart and sinew may have stopped now, but not for very long...