Battle weary

Battle weary

The war rages thick and wide
Enveloping from many a side
The smoke billows out
Through the day and the night.

Some fought external
And many more internal
Some batter concealed
All come unannounced.

Between the body and the spirit divine.
The desire and the discipline.
The momentary joys and the sorrows permanence.
Cry for freedom and the silence of temperance.

The ageless war savaged infernal
A relentless fire with fuel eternal.
Any lull here is, by norm,
Just the eye of the storm.

Sometimes we fight and win
And hear the accolades’ din.
Sometimes we give up and lose
And the brickbats come a loose.

Battle weary, I cry,
Looking at the sky -
Awash with peace
‘When will all this cease?’



RS
6th Feb 2007