There lay my sword helpless and unaccompanied;
For I have not accorded it now for ages.
Looks spate through the air to meet mine;
To explore the profundity of my cages.
I gaze it with a tacit look;
When my senses dive into the yesteryear.
Me fagging, enduring and ascertaining;
Sans any halt …sans any fear.
How I manifested the intuitive feeling in me;
How I basked in glory.
How every moment had a special vigor;
Every word had a story.
I demand to rationalize the wilder me;
A reason for the abrupt doom.
Alas !! I fail miserably;
I wish I could come back soon.
My eyes wide open, heart gasping hard;
I rush through the thoughts that I shortly had.
I take a vow never to forfeit , never to lone my sword;
For it has known the genuine me, it is my God.
