The sword of people's
word have stabbed me
not once, many a times,
bleeding my bloody water out.
I gust out with the
shields of my words
and a cannon to flown
with a boom, paint them black
and savour the smoke
and the orange that rises,
when I win over them.
Wearing the armour
having the sword and shield
in the heavy hands
doesn't make anybody warrior.
Having gutsy gut and mind
and spurring yourself
for triumphing the success
by silence and intelligence. And it's the
clairvoyance of a good warrior.
Not all the wars are
by swords, cannons, rifles.
Some are with words, with guts.
Do fight them. We all are the warriors
somewhere in our thoughts,
in life and in everything we do.
Warriors are not
always meant to win.
They win in sense of not
the usual winning but
in a different way
which nobody dwells in, knows.
We all are warriors, do fight our own wars.
~Ashu
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My poetry collection.
PoesíaWelcome, everybody! I'm new here. Thus, I'm trying to start writing from small to achieve big one day. So, here I begin with some poetic spices for you to enjoy its taste. This is a collection of poems on various topics. Choose to read one that yo...
