Thoughts

KARNA - ARJUN

My dear enemy,
Here I am,
In full armor,
My quill is full of arrows,
My bow is taut and ready before battle,
My horse is pristine and pure white,
I am your enemy,
As I am yours to the death,
I loath to take my bow and arrow,
pierce you through the heart.
My friend shall praise and honor me,
For many battles, till now, so well fought.
I know I have to shoot my arrows
To save my own pitiful soul.

My dear enemy,
I just long you to know,
The truth behind my birth,
Every arrow, every drop of blood,
Every soul that must depart.
Due to my fine skills and sharp arrow darts,
I die or either you,
I know who you are to me.
So I secretly apologize to your great soul.
I imagine other times...
Maybe we should have sat for wine and dine,
Laughing over words of glee.
You and I, so battle ready.
I am sorry for all the battle scars
Every arrow that leaves my bow,
I'm sure it too, also weeps.

My dear enemy,
I pray today that before the nightfall,
One among us will have a finer bow,
And for sure, it's you.
My heart no longer has the will,
To fill my quill with arrows.
Si today, I let you end my day.
No longer can I live on this way,
All my fine arrows fired,
Have finally been on target.

My dear enemy,
You are not at all my enemy.
I love you as any man.
I have love for humanity,
But I'm struck in my friend's reality.
I say, one day,
Our future beings will remember this day,
As off the battle field I am carried away...