The small warfield of myriad battles
few were triumphant, a lot were fatal
burdened with despair, fidgeted and unrest
once there dreams were sought to nest

home for love, passion and reform
gloomy it turned, after the storm
beating up being weary and worn
bear the freight of promises torn

one half of mine through thick and thin
confidant of every defeat and win
the secrets that it kept within
throbbing inside like spiny whin

reconvening the shreds of heart
razed by one and was torn apart
still it is ready to be my friend
pledged to never leave me in end

Blackish Dark amidst stars
Sitting alone bearing scars
Dim and drab, drought and cold
Tracking down for life’s support

Dry yet damp in the frigid air
Found someone with piercing stare
Gazing high, the moon in sky
Mustering hope with a reply
In a few hours, light underlies

Elated with hopes, grinning at light
Cheering up for another fight
Untired, Unwearied and reconciled
Rising up and not getting fragile

Soon after the dust of dark
Sun appeared beginning the march
Toppling down the dusk of despair
Brightened up the desolate fair