Warrior For Life
Warrior For Life
To fight like a warrior,
To break every barrier,
I march swiftly on my chariot,
Blowing away my clarion,
I look fear in the eye,
Fearless and never ever shy,
The battle winds are blowing hard,
Striking inside me the valiant chord,
I fall, I fail,
I shriek, I wail,
I get scratched and sometimes wounded,
Sometimes I also get pounded,
Yet every time I fail,
A new ship I try to set on sail,
Towards the dawn which is bound to come,
Erase the nights full of humdrum,
I lament about those defeated times,
When all my music failed to rhyme,
Yet there were times that thumped my heart,
Trophies of glory all filled in my cart,
My sword remembers that mighty clanging,
Slashing one by one the enemy ganging.
The path I was forced to tread alone,
Changed my life’s very tone.
To quit my war never crossed my mind,
Except once, when I escaped its bind.
Sometimes some battles are not to be won,
Because they never lead you to a rising sun,
But wars always are supposed to be fought,
Till death because they can’t be lost,
And yet there are some ventures unique,
Which require the formation of a new boutique.
A problem solved is like a medal earned,
A lesson which taught more than what was ever learned.
The wars I have fought are of infinite type,
Some won by wits and others by might,
Sometimes the foe is right in front,
A respected bow and a fierce grunt,
The pride is there and so is the honor,
Even a loss can never leave you feeling like a loner,
Because you earn a friend in a foe,
Who will attack hard, with confidence you know.
And there are times of fighting in the dark,
Because sometimes the attack looks just like a lark,
The one in-front with gun won’t fire,
The one at your back you should never hire,
It pains the most when you are faced with deceit,
But you are to blame because you forgot to pay heed,
As all war is deception, warned a very learned one,
Look at your past and you will find exception to it none,
To cheat death is where it started from,
Memorable were the times you took your sword to a prom,
The cheering of your fans and the greetings of your friends,
You head held up high and never ever it bends.
The ones who hit from the back should never be blamed,
They are the ones to be caught and then to be tamed,
The wars I discussed are not all about a human foe,
Most deal with the problems I don’t even know,
Yet solving each is like winning the war,
Once one is done, my heart yearns for more,
There is no blood, there is no gore,
But an opportunity to become a remembered folklore.
Whenever I meet the warrior within,
Fighting as if he has agitated a bee hive,
I tell him to fight hard still aspiring for the win,
And remember that I am that Warrior for Life.
— Shubhanshu Mishra