The Tough Battle Of Life Poem by Alex Koonthanam

Life! a tough battle I must fight
Right from the beginning all alone;
The enemy is strong, nears the night
And many a wound have I borne.

Stronger grows he, weaker sink I
Yet has the battle just begun;
Nor down below, nor up in sky
I see not a lamp, nor the sun.

In its agony cries aloud
My wounded bleeding, yet proud heart:
'Why so to me that remain unbowed
Before the assails of the evil's art? '

With my weary hands, broken arms,
Paying with tears and blood I make
Progress inch by inch; the alarm
Of despair my soul bravely forsakes.

Spent and beaten my lifeless body
You might retrieve far from the goal
The Great Reaper'll find it to be
The frame of an immaculate soul.

And when the liberator's hands
Shall break the fetters, ope the cage
My freed soul'll flee to the heav'nly lands
And taste rest and liberty for endless age!

Alex Koonthanam