Vision Poem by ritwika raha

I had a vision,
Long back torn
Which I still gaze at
And wish to be worn.

I think to embrace
To fish it back,
But the nets get torn
I loose the taken track

I wade through it
To play in that mire
Of that long lost dream
In the revengeful fire

I was a boy
And I wanted to play,
With the pages of the books
With ink one day

But they gave me sword
A religion to fight
A religion unknown
Of detest and fright

I tried to learn
To hate and kill,
To spill lives and blood
A disgraceful thrill.

I gazed at the sky
To profess my God,
It gazed back again
My faith all flawed

I ran in my boots
Across lands and miles
To struggle against 'struggle'
With a coward heart virile

The craving for a pen,
Had been placed by a gun,
And the power of the ink
By blood and the dying Sun.