Two poems
I've written two new poems in the presence of utter boredom. I also had the opportunity to start reading Milton's Paradise Lost and it is amazing how well the words flow despite the fact that they had been written centuries prior. Maybe, one day I'll be as good as him :)
Future
The future holds much
In its grasp
Vast and unthinkable
In its depth and mystery
The singsong voice
Of lessons being learnt
The scratching of pens
And the turning of pages
The cheers of youth
Ah! Wonderful and joyous
Freedom seemingly boundless
Coming to an end
The wail of a Babe
Responsibility approaches
More to lose
Than ever before
Groan of bones
Tired and weary
Wrinkles and aches
Ready for the end
And then there remains
Nothing, but silence
Only broken by the breathing
Of those alive and living
Aby
Steel yourself
Steel yourself in armour
Bright and shining
For now is the hour
This time is most trying
Wield your blade
Sharp and quick
Unless your like you wish to trade
You or them, you must pick
String your bows
Now! Make haste
Nearly here are your foes
No time to waste
Strengthen your soul
Witness to many things
Fearful and foul
Yet you must shield your being
Take your first step
You've come so far
If peace you wish to keep
This is the time for war
Aby
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