Palas Kumar Ray
Sword - Poem by Palas Kumar Ray
I have got my weapon so now I do not fear
to live a Life of no value but an ocean of tear.
I don't fear though left in squall all alone to sail
I don't tear for traveling alone life's uncertain trail.
If you ask me and surely you'll I'll tell it all
how did I come across that great fear of fall.
how could it be all possible feeling no fear at all
I'll tell you how it all happened just as a miracle.
The night before I had trouble having a sound sleep
I took a pen and wrote down all suffering I had deep.
Pain, sorrows and all those words I didn't say till date
came around, sat on paper and I could see my fate.
There from they looked at me, laughed at me and shame
I felt a lot as they talked it was all just a pretty game
what they called of Life it was so common to every soul
with that paper I made a sword and made living my goal.
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