The Happy Warrior

Where nights shine with the crescent moon

With silver lined clouds, the mornings bloom

Tall pines shed blessings and boon

Dropping valleys and mountains glorier

A known abode of the happy warrior

Little was known and little was shared 

All we knew they were never scared

In the battles of truths and lies,

The happy warrior barred escapes and ties

A soul of peace with armour and shields

the happy warrior is their own storier

A knight of love and guardian of stakes

The happy warrior’s happiness is fake

Their love is to the moon and back

They let you love

with all your twists and attack.

Their poise is their wealth,

their courage is their stealth,

They taught endless lessons,

How the fears are to be dealt.

Life’s hardest of battles they fought 

Without ever regretting what all eminent they lost

At times of worldly cries,

Tearing to pieces, but holding the smiles

The cause of divine, and all that’s merrier, 

Such is the love of the happy warrior

The happy warrior is a god sent blessing,

a harness of hopes

When walking on tight ropes,

A cuddle of love, 

And a subtle breeze of thoughts

When all you knew you were lost,

Laying the fields with their sweats and shreds

Placing seeds like they were mirroring themselves

Hoping for the days 

When the fragrant flowers will bloom

Lazing in same porches 

The Happy warrior would ease their noon

                        -Kirti Mahajan