Weathering the Storm by Sampoorna Gonella

How did it feel

Scaling boulders, waiting

For a drop of golden sun

How did it feel

Pebbles strewn on your path

Hoping for a glimpse of soft grass

What did you do

When you were the only one

Stranded in nature's harshest thicket

When you were left to scramble

In unforgiving bramble

Your shadow your only friend

Did you let it rain

Admit you're slain

Or see it to the end?

When you braved life's each storm

Each thunderbolt

With not a quiver of your nerve

Then why does the siren

Of the battlefield

Leave you frightened and perturbed?

And so a mother wrote

To her warrior son

Fighting in perilous land

So he steered every blow

But to his mother's pride and woe

Was buried a martyr in golden sand.

About the poet- 

Sampoorna Gonella is an occasional blogger whose thoughts often scurry off to faraway places without her permission. The results, infused with a little rhyme and rhythm, are here to see. Enjoy!