He never hesitated…
he just put himself down
For the joy of others…
he wore that toxic gown
He became the riot shield
when his companions got shelled
They just never knew the burdens
his simple heart held
He fed his soul
with the laughter of others
He tore himself to pieces,
just to build up his brothers
Teaching hard lessons
the only way he knew how
Never let his guard down,
nor ever,
did he bow
Commanded respect,
Straight-up soldier
He acted on instincts
Never needed closure
Choosing a path of sternness,
a path of dedication
Opting for the hope of tomorrow,
instead of today’s gratification
Abiding by the code,
a life structured by discipline
There’s surely something profound
beneath those eyes of cinnamon
Believing in the youth,
believing in the future
Left no stone unturned,
left nothing to conjecture
He made peace with the idea
of being hated
To unite a pack of wolves…
a new bond he created
His aspirations devoid of
being part of “the pack”
Or even summoning those wolves
to have his back
He is indeed content
watching them smiling from a distance
And you will never find him grieving
due to the plight of his existence
Coz nothing brings people closer
than one who is mutually despised
Who could ever fathom,
this crazy plan he devised?
You surely won’t see his wisdom…
at least not anytime soon
So await his death…
for only then shall you swoon
Sure it was love…
but in its ugliest form
When we think back we will realise…
“He was actually warm!!!”
And when he passes on,
Don’t dare fabricate a story…
of your endless endeavours
to bring him to glory
Rather remain silent,
don’t dare attempt to lie…
about your never-ending efforts
to cut him a piece of the pie
And when we contemplate,
I hope we don’t regret it
I wonder why we all have to die before we get it?