The Unaccounted Details of a Warrior's Life

Sharp light shining through,
illuminating my sorrow
I search myself in my shadow
and swim in hope to see tomorrow.
No time I have to gather breath,
no strength remains to fight the pain
I soak myself in battle blood
and breathe to taste another rain.
The wind slaps my vented soul,
treats me like a crumbled leaf
I forget all and try to remember
only my most special grief.
The world fights to win my pride
and waits for me in the battlefield
I check my courage, my only weapon
Vengence being my only sheild.
I dive into the pool of thorns
to meet the end of story
I fight with might and a sinking heart
and emerge with an ounce of glory.

By - Madhur Bhatia