By Ruchika Pradeep
I’m a solemn knight
Oh the battlefield is such a poor sight
Weary of the endless fight
I now embark on the healing journey tonight
which feels so right
In the lap of mother nature
I have confided my heart fears
In pristine rivers close my tears
for the haunting memories of blood smears stills seem to pierce
my fragile soul that
loathes ruthless warriors
who are cruel and fierce
What use are the silver swords
to me
that which ignores an innocence's plea
the cruel spears show no mercy
I despise such a victory
that's derived from from such rivalry
wars are just chains of slavery
I long to go to the abode of bright stars
I wish to belong to the land of gentle flowers
I desire to seek refuge in the heavenly showers
The crystal palace of glass
Seems to have healed my wounds and scars
The rose petals must decorate the way
Rainbows must colour my lifeless day
With the butterflies I long to play
And I dream of singing under the golden sun ray
I must dance to my heart’s rhythm ,
This is all I ask and pray
Long gone are the clouds so grey
Comfort of the gentle wind and the soothing bird’s melody
Magical rhythm of the rain’s symphony
Whispering woods bring serene harmony
Evening holds errie secret yet unfolds divine beauty
This makes me forget the old days of melancholy
By Ruchika Pradeep
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