Reincarnation Of Thyself Poem by Somendra Gaur

On a chariot with thirteen horses,
He rode,
The most feared recurve-bow in his arms,
Whose 666 celestial strings were his only friend,
The mighty hermit rode,
Shiny face making Sun envious,
The Pagan rode,
A Scabardless shiny steel tucked on his side,
When his trembling hand reached to his quiver,
The arch-enemy shivered.

The Pacific Annihilator rode,
Sunlight and his arrows covered the battlefield,
His bow-strings played the music of death,
Horses running through bloodshed,
The Mighty armed rode.

The Valiant narcissist rode
The Conqueror of death rode
Hated by the heavenly abode,
The man with nothing to loose,
The charioteerless rode,
With Bridle of fate in his own hands,
The New born hero rode.