Thousand of years have passed and still I exist in the bust of battle.
Slicing the night with my blade never weary never fragile in my strokes.
I wonder on to mystifying land. Ground which awaits my arrival.
Ones where blood use to be now magma residing. Beast now I am.
Ones where blue sky use to be now strange light shine.
Distant but near I see my liberty sitting under a tree of life.
I am coming I cried running like a beast years crossing like a moments.
Still have to cross the river of sorrow she cried.
Sorrow one my acquaintance is now my enemy.
Eating my beast I wonder crossing the river alone.
Still sturdy in my will I ran for the river alone.
……………………..still to complete……plz..any suggestion and how to end this poem.......
by harshvardhan singh
