I am yet in the similar path with my severed heart,
With a sword in my hand wearing a shredded shirt,
Never have I known that such brutality last here,
Where clasping shield can never be enough in fear.

I can spot the faint light far away in the street,
But the way approach towards it , is always freak,
Now , no turns are visible to my hyacinth eyes,
Purple in colour showing all the fights and sights.

I felt it hard to hold the hands of silence ,
When everyone were busy in their alliance,
My feet were still not ready to move, it's sleepy,
With trembling hands refusing to hold the creepy.

The sword fell looking at the drops of the rain,
A ray of thunder came through the grayed terrain,
It made me remember when I fought all alone,
In the darkness alongside the ripping knife in lone.

I can hear them crying and sobbing for their rights,
They are waiting in these hours to get the lights,
It was never so easy to stand by the truth,
When gaping at them became the most ruth.

I recalled when no one else was there for me,
My shadow helped me from the monsters to flea,
But they never left my back since it was my fate,
Finally standing in the middle of the field I met.

I stared at their eyes forgetting all that happened,
Took my sword and fought when abandoned,
Tears of grief welled, racing down my cheeks,
Yelling at me for not to give up on these gleeks.

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NOTE:- It's not necessary that our heart will only break when someone will leave or cheat us. It breaks too when we get tired of fighting this world. We all fight for ourselves undoubtedly alone.

© Rishika Bera