Balled Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Here, the last warrior
abandon his sword, buried
his dreams in blood-soaked
soil and vanished
in to the horizon.
The soil soon turned
lush green with thousand
smiling flowers
singing the balled of
his battles and bravery
which filled many books.
Soon the sword was found
and the thrilled mob carried
it in a procession and
fixed it on a pedestal.
But who was he?
Why he hurled away his sword
and buried his dreams?
He was not a hero.
He despised bloodshed.
A heart- broken lover
with undying dreams
who vanished in to horizon.