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Arya Singh Poem
Running
I’ve spent so long running
Fighting and killing
Hardening and solidifying
Now I shed my armor
And embrace the peace I’ve earned
Trade battle fields for rolling hills
If only for one night
Lay in the grass of the home I never see
And stop the world in these moments
Lay my head down with the setting sun
And thank the stars for the silence they bring
They twinkle new stories I’ve never heard
I’ve never had time to listen
If only for one night
They have my attention alone
I smile with them
Exhaling and letting go
Breathing
Copyright © Arya Singh | Year Posted 2012
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Arya Singh Poem
A regular person the world doesn't see,
blends into the backgruond with you and me.
Nothing new to this person
nothing special to the eye,
but underneath what the physical shows beats the man inside.
Longing for love that never knew he existed
he watched her and cared for her only from a distance.
occasional glances
and smiles from time to time
waiting for her and perhaps standing up
he finds his powers lurking
and like a fledgling
they come out.
Finding his power, Feeling revived and refreshed,
now time to find what to do with himself.
To take the high road is to protect the unapperciative,
to do the wrong is to kill the merciful.
The persuasion is there and tempting it is,
but the better man wins and fights for the public
a hero he lives.
but not all are for him
for some he is wrong.
For some he is unwanted
unloved for what he does.
And although they grate on him
the others thank him so
and to protect them he is loyal
thier safty is his goal.
Enemies arise and they find his secret love
and use this one against him
take her far above.
they hold her for a ramsom
her life for his
but in the end they ride away together
the hero and the damsel that is.
it's not until she knows
that he is the kid she once ignored
that the hero means nothing to her
and in the end the hero stands alone
Copyright © Arya Singh | Year Posted 2012
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