Poem 46 : Never say die

When wolves of time surround you,
gleaming their sharp teeth,
when fear creeps
under your skin,
when hope fades out,
when strength thins up,
when death is about to embrace,
A coward would flee
praying out for thee.
Wolves would run behind
to tear apart its prey.
Death would come eventually,
slowly, painfully.

'No' screams inner me,
'Fight' is the call,
Like a warrior first,
with gritted teeth,
with stiffen jaws,
crouching and waiting,
for a move, a wrong one,
and you unleash,
with a fist of fury,
like hell fire,
no holds barred,
nothing held back.

In the shadows,
Was a silent master,
Master of time,
one who sent his wolves,
watching patiently,
smiling like he knew
what would happen,
whistles from the shadows.
Wolves stare back annoyingly,
The fight has to end.
They stroll back
to their master.

With bruises,cuts and wounds,
in the pool of blood,
lies a warrior,
who has fought to death,
against the wolves of time,
He has won
to live another day,
to fight another fight.
Thus the play ends to say,
Fight through and through,
Never say die,
when you die, die proud.

                         - Shashank.K.D(16-10-2014)