The Walk

He knew he was still there
Tired eyes and weary limbs, raffled hair
With the cold winds blowing in his ears
He lay vanquished with his dead brothers

His once shining armour – now torn
His sword broken, lost; Helm thrown
He knew he had lost his child, his wife
He had nothing to own – except his life

He knew not how long he laid there
On the war field – death’s lair
With nothing to eat, nothing to drink
Listening to the wind, nothing to think

Moments later, incredibly, he stood
Burning the last ounce of his might
Trying to last as long as he could
As upon the horizon, crept the night

He saw his brethren in blood
Yet it brought him no tear
For he knew he would be dead
In the time very near

He walked, dragging himself along
Falling often, yet, rising
Hoping death would prolong
With little faith, dying

He knew not where he was going
As darkness crept on
His life fading
He stood on an edge, almost gone

As he saw an angel descend from the sky
A pretty sight, yet unmoved,
He waited, as time began to fly
He felt better, stronger, and loved

“Your task here is done,
Your life noble, and won”
The angel spoke, smiling
There was light everywhere, shining

He felt lighter, carried,
His past forgotten, buried
He started flying high
He moved above, into the sky.

10 responses to “The Walk”

  1. Nice job, Manoj. It’s sad, but hopeful at the same time. Isn’t it interesting how we can write a good piece with little effort? Sometimes the writing just flows.

  2. Honestly, the only ‘wrong’ thing I can find is your spelling of “dieing,” but I don’t know if that’s a cultural difference. We spell it “dying” in the U.S.

  3. hey buddy awes poem….really gud……….
    d pain, d feelin of losin oneself has been potrayed beautifully……i did feel tat end was a unsatisfyin….bt on d whole rly gud….indeed fantastic…….

    • Hey Ashik,

      Thanks for dropping by. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂

      The end was deliberate. I attempted to subtly put across the fact that the soldiers are not to be blamed in a war; they are only the puppets who lose everything in the end. 😦

  4. I don’t know how people manage to express feelings through words in the form a poem. All i can say is that this poem of yours touched my heart. keep it going boy 🙂

  5. It’s a great composition; simply beautiful!
    Sad as it is might be, but one cannot deny the greatness in a meaningful end to a life.
    A reason to live, and fight for…
    What a wonderful articulation! 🙂

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