Theme: Battle

Battle It Out

I yearn for those days of last November

when we had the cold blanket of 

cares and joys, faced them as one

Until the malicious genie struck.  

I yearn for those days when we 

soothed our dear kin at home 

or abroad with lasting breath of love...

Until words froze in a vacuum.  

I yearn for those days when eye 

could see a mate, lips widened into 

a smile and hands folded in warmth 

Until walled in a self-made cocoon.  

Never in the remote corner of mind 

did we even fancy or foresee a day 

when kith was forced to warn its kin

And feel, to be forewarned is forearmed.  

This day too will pass into the annals 

that tell tales of fortitude and pluck, 

straddling the seas and the cosmos.

The enduring breath ever prevails. 


More By  :  K.S. Subramanian

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