THE HERO WITHIN ME; IS ME

In the darkest shadow of life,

does mankind not find a way?

that redefines us,

no matter, what comes at bay.

 

Things that stand the test of time,

and the vicinity that brings along,

the redness of the hour,

is this ever so powerful song.

 

Said a million and more away,

when even mankind was dumb,

were stories of strenght and belief,

what today we have succumb.

 

Time has beaten its own creator,

like a needle in a hay stack, betrayer

that pricks the rose with its thorn,

and vanquishes all prayers.

 

Life sees its own end,

it cries for when it lived,

but when death eats right through it,

it lives as it never really did.

 

Pale and sour does our blood turn,

and body that grows bent,

and the soul dies with no relief,

as if from death our life be lent.

 

Those stories that were told back,

should be told today as well,

for those stories were for the weak and mild,

hence forth in us it should dwell.

 

Heros were never made,

nor created by sorcery,

but built in within us,

by self belief and bravery.

 

Men to war were told the same,

were pronounced as manly heros,

and what their leader once told them,

every one should know.

 

Who is the hero within,

is it lifes worthless plea,

or a result of what I am today,

the hero within me; is me.

 

 

RISHABH ARORA.

Reviews

[Ishika Arora]

hey !!!! i love this yaar !!!! its like the khani ke kissey joh nani mujhe sikhathi thi !!! :D... cool yaar !!! nice work too :)

[RISHABH ARORA]

as usual ... please review my poem !!! i'd love it !! :D