I have got my weapon so now I do not fear <br />to live a Life of no value but an ocean of tear. <br />I don't fear though left in squall all alone to sail <br />I don't tear for traveling alone life's uncertain trail. <br /> <br />If you ask me and surely you'll I'll tell it all <br />how did I come across that great fear of fall. <br />how could it be all possible feeling no fear at all <br />I'll tell you how it all happened just as a miracle. <br /> <br />The night before I had trouble having a sound sleep <br />I took a pen and wrote down all suffering I had deep. <br />Pain, sorrows and all those words I didn't say till date <br />came around, sat on paper and I could see my fate. <br /> <br />There from they looked at me, laughed at me and shame <br />I felt a lot as they talked it was all just a pretty game <br />what they called of Life it was so common to every soul <br />with that paper I made a sword and made living my goal. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.<br /><br />Palas Kumar Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sword-3/
