A Warriors Confession

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A Warriors Confession – Abdullah Iqbal

The moment of reckoning wasn’t far awayImage
Years of preparation and at last they come today
In the face of annihilation he stood merry and gay
Out of the distant mirage they came
Spears held high, armor red as flame
Bellowing a thousand chants Lord, of thy name
Ecstatic, he feared no death or mishap
With his men he hid there to entrap
Sword gripped tight, he would pounce in a snap
With no chance of squall
Sharp as ever his sword ripped them all
One, Two, Three, their demise resembled a rock fall

Inevitability hung in the airImage
Death came from just there
And soon the sun resembled a mere flame
He thought of his beloved as the world darkened
By her side he hoped to be awakened
Alas this futile wish left him saddened
Remember it will be as the story
Of certain servant from the old priory
For he knew he was destined for glory
It occurred only then when he cried for the lord
Though for so long the Creators power left him awed
He realized finally that there was no God

 

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2 responses »

    • Really, zahaid. On a side note though, I don’t know whether you intended it that way but, this could really be referred to as the war we wage in our everyday lives. The human existence is a battle field.

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