How many times do I need
to wear my armour to fight
my desire to live , how long
enforce my weak shoulders
to carry the arms in this
time eaten body and mind?
My growing years have slowed
my pace,my steps infirm,
my memory unresponsive,
I depend on my family to remind me
I am not sick and lost.
But I can’t sit here to brood,
analyse and ask, although
I am frail bereft of zeal,
I have to fight my battles
long and deep with my love’s
empowering and indomitable will.
I have done my worldly duty
yet I’m not done, I still
have dreams forlorn.Come my love,
my dearest friend hold me tight
and breathe your magic into me
send me again to fight and heal.Sabita Sahu
Life has something mandatory...to strive, to seek and toil and not to yield. When this is done with a poetic mind the mandatory journey becomes magnificent....Thanks
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