“WINGS OF
TRUTH”
By Roman Ahsan – [February 20, 2010]
I set out very late in the dark,
Seems as if I am left with ample spark
Mirrors just crash in my path,
Still I carry on with a laugh
The moon shines brightly up there,
The wolves run around everywhere
The pond offers little joy,
The bats appear to annoy
The air has a peculiar chill,
I think I have to go for the kill
All of a sudden, I hear a cry,
Perhaps it could be a spy
My sword hangs down my side,
While I try to nurse my pride
I see a light in front of me,
It goes beyond that mango tree
I walk with all my might,
The night doesn’t give me any fright
The journey might never end,
This festival I must attend
Heroes or villains, life is not just about them
Spirits could be carried by just ordinary men!
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