vimal ramchandra

Rookie (16-Sep-76 / India)

A Sword Called Life... - Poem by vimal ramchandra

A sword pierced my heart,
Upside down, inside out.
Stained with my blood, it thirsts for my soul.

With every thrust, it asked me to surrender,
Every strike would weaken my soul, it wanted me to believe.
It asked me to fall on my knees, with pleas for mercy,
But I held my bleeding heart,
And leaned behind, holding my head high.

With every dropp of blood, maybe life was leaving me,
But my soul shall breathe, even though my body lies silent.
I tell myself now that I die, let the blood flow,
As it carries the story of the past.

Lies, deceit, the knowing and unknowing wrongs of a human.
But the soul soo strong shall precede.
As it holds the power of now, of guilt,
Of humility, of repentance.

It holds the strength, to narrate this story of the irresolute wrong to the transcending right.
The journey of the beginning of the body to the moral called soul.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011

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