The Battle
On death's roll of honour
I cringe at my name
A dream, perhaps, I wonder
but it is still the same
On bended knees I go
to fight and say a No
A hapless young lass,I am
but with the blood of the lamb
I plunge into a combat
a hazy bloody battle
to break the cold hands of death
and dump it in the rugged earth
I cringe at my name
A dream, perhaps, I wonder
but it is still the same
On bended knees I go
to fight and say a No
A hapless young lass,I am
but with the blood of the lamb
I plunge into a combat
a hazy bloody battle
to break the cold hands of death
and dump it in the rugged earth
Nice... this piece reminds me of Nana Frema and I read it in her voice.
ReplyDeleteAwwwwwww ! Thank you Nana !
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