Battle Cries!

My sword is sharp; my stead is strong and my blows, they continue to strike the enemy dead.

These, my dear, get me one day closer to coming home, to your open arms.
As the sun sets, again and again over this blood-soaked battle field, it is the memory of your tinkling anklets, the smell of jasmine that graces your dark hair, and the red of your kumkum that really keeps me alive.

The war torn days, they run into each other, stumbling over thoughts of you.
My men are here today, gone tomorrow. I bear the weight of their untold stories. The futile prayers to keep them safe, that reach here too late, are louder than the clashing swords.
My love, these words of mine, etched in paper might not reach you soon enough.

Shed a tear for me, darling, cry for me.
For, i am the fool that abandoned the warmth of our hearth to fight a war; its meaning, long lost amongst the severed limbs of its soldiers.

 

Thank you GG Appreciate the kind words!