Battle Poem by Sathya Narayana

BATTLE
Every time I lost the battle!
When yelled I loud 'I can't...'
they didn't show mercy.
When raised my hands in total surrender,
and prayed the Almighty
He didn't send His legions to help men.

This time I drew my sword and fought
...but again I lost!
But it's a different feeling now.
The bleeding wounds on body my
gave me some weird tickles.
My twisted hands and broken leg,
when creaked I felt funny
and a bit of pride too.

Now it doesn't matter to me...
whether I lost or won!
But I fought and bled,
till swooned in battle field!
Yes, I am a proud man!