Looking out of the window
I see a bruised heart…

Walking on the pavement
Stumbling and perspiring
Struggling and striving
Bleeding and surviving

Tired of the journey
He looks back to guage
In the distant past
And the long sojourn

Pristine memories
Priceless moments
A price too heavy to pay at the end

Pondering upon the achievements
And mistakes
The impossibilities and the uncertainties

Each wound witnessing a fight
Valiantly fought, justly lost

Each wound had a story to tell
A journey of its own
A cause to justify

The only weapons that he had
Were honesty and courage.