Wisdom bred within us
We learnt about the life’s battlefield
Well in the womb…
We learnt the best way
To enter a battle’s fray
We learnt every move
Every single groove
We learnt to watch our enemy,
That danger came from within
We learnt to conquer fear
And drink the potion of life
Sounds were vital
They may have a medley
Of the death’s knell
The bows and arrows helped
Archery coursed through our veins
Targets were always moral dilemmas
Of that even father couldn’t tell
The grasp was good for an unborn
Was all that we can sum up
Stuck in there
Surrounded by suffering
Pain and assault
We knew not the way out
“Thou shalt enter
They will fight thee
Ye shalt attack from every angle
Break the maze thus…”
What next…
We are in the maze…
What next…
Why does memory fail?
Mother; let me enter your womb
I need to scrounge for the signs
For my way out…
Mother, this maze is overpowering
Do you least recall?
What next?
This maze is ours
We have entered with supreme will
Now we shall succumb to it
Now we shall use the wheel
Blows rained from everywhere
Where do I seek refuge?
Father; what is the next move
Can your knowledge be of use?
This is our maze….
Eternally it shall be
Like the wound on the forehead
Flowing endlessly
Why my forehead seems damp?
Why my fingers wet with warm blood?
It’s been lifetimes
Yet this wound is fresh
Eternally….
Learning life’s alphabets
A for Abhimanyu......
A for Ashwathama….
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