A Warrior's Tale.

I saw a Braveheart standing alone,

I asked,"What keeps you away from your Sword of Steel"?

He said,"Im sick of blood and cries of mercy",

I have killed millions to be tagged as worthy.

My sword has become heavy,my precision is no more my strength...

No more am i thrilled of the crowd applauding my valour...

I just want to run away from this deep, madning crowd,

Into the world where i can breathe a new life.

His words were true to every inch,

And i could feel his desperate need of Change.

A warrior never seen before, saturated to the core,

But little did he realized ...

There were others too fighting in the ring,

Galloping their horses to fight for a win.

A win that holds no other ground but to survive,

The day they give up is the day they Die.

A gladiator never runs away from his profession to Kill,

The destiny has challenged the blood in your veins.

Let the arena feel your presence one more time....

Let the crow hail your charisma one more time....

"Bring it on" is what your heart should scream,

Come what may...your fears not to be revealed.

Simply because a Winner knows no fear at all,

Your convictions to be lived by you above all.

"Believe in yourself" is all that i can say....

No "Son of a gun" can ever take your stars away.