Hrishi Telcontar

The Battle - Poem by Hrishi Telcontar

Though weary be back,
And bent be back.
Though break did wood,
And stone did crack.

Though gate be broken,
And the walls be took.
Though the sky be dark,
And the earth be shook.

Though dead be many beasts,
And many warriors be fell.
Though count of death,
Be too far to tell.

Though shield be shattered,
And sword be bend.
Though bow be broken,
And no arrow to sen.

Let sword be taken,
And horn be sounded.
Let bow be restrung,
And horse be mounted.

Let spear be thrown,
And arrow be sped.
Let the king come forth,
And his men be led.

Let shield be splintered,
And spear be broken.
Let sword be unsheathed,
And wrath be woken.

When blood be spilled,
And battle be over.
When thoughts be slow,
And steps even slower.

Then seek a inn,
And seek a bed.
Sleep and rest,
Till the dawn be red.

For though battle be over,
The War is not.
And there are many battles,
Yet to be fought.

For vain be deeds,
Of soldiers dead.
If the dark path,
We do not tread

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  • (4/26/2010 10:26:00 AM)

    dear hrishi........many battles make a war........which results in a big scar for life or till the end of life.your poem touches the heart, if you think deeplylife whatsoever has no value in the battle field.loved ths wishes.......rittypatnaik (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 26, 2010

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