Sahisthā Poem by Somendra Gaur

In forest of the terrible austerities,
He wanders,
His left arm holds his gigantic shield,
Looking downwards,
He wanders,
Looking like a Butcher;

Those who recognise him run away throwing their weapons,
Few kneel,
Others hide themselves beneath corpses,
He blinks & knows what zephyrs think;

Clad in his armour &
inexhaustible quiver,
Which hug him like a lover.
The man with no sword,
destiny's beloved warlord,
he moves ahead and whispers something to a trunk of Hazel tree,
then murders a Oak tree,
Without any Glee.

Thunders rumbling,
The world wanting him to retreat,
In absence of mercy, faith and fear,
He marches like an Afreet