For Nanya – my soulmate

For Nanya   my soulmate short poem

When you entered, dear one

this world unknown,

did I tell you then

that it would be fun,

that the walk would be easy

or success breezy.

Dear child, did I hold out to you

promises untrue

or were there dreams

in my lullaby themes

leading you astray, to believe

them would you achieve.

As a child myself, often in wonder

I looked yonder

undefeated warrior

ready to plunder,

slay dragons and blaze trails

one who never fails.

But life has been the master,

unforgiving teacher

me, a poor learner;

eternal dream spinner

watching each desire spurned

yet new ones yearned.

To stand aside, helplessly stare

at hopes laid bare,

winners unfair,

unrequited care,

alone to inter aspiration and desire

yet rekindle the fire.

Many are the travails that lie waiting

paths many, beguiling

distant lights bewitching

travelers misguiding

and yet must you forge your destiny

a defeat to ignominy.

I seek not to preach or guide

on this clement ride,

to your heart do abide,

may luck do your tide

and when the road ahead be hardest

know you are blest.

Remember a voice of the cradle song

for you, still sings along,

distinct from the throng

only to you to belong

so venture forth with courage dear one

your battle shall be won.

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When they say ‘words are mightier than sword’ they might be referring to this poem. @Nupur, no random adjective can justify your power of expression. Your words reach the core, because, they have emerged from the core. Whoever reads this piece will draw immense strength from it…and…’your battle shall be won’.
There’s just one word for this verse – Brilliant!


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