I wish I was brave enough to draw,
not like Van Gogh who painted stars in night,
neither Leonardo da Vinci who glorified motherhood's sight,
nor like a kid in kindergarten who is incapable to fight.
I wish to engrave souvenirs of pain,
the battles whose worth went in vain.
Oh lord your weakest knight,
is here at your door, you could grant mercy or just another plight.
But just so you know that now curve is blank,
all the ships ridden were sank.

© bhavya_sheisvintage