After Guardian’s owl
After all gunshot and bloodshed
bitter and sway, struck by hunger
and agony of separation from home
cold creeping for days yet body
withstood the bitter chill pouring
from outside; only undaunted will
stands like a steady rock in your
sway;
restive in war field, curled like paper
rolls swaying and swept by powerful force,
lack of sleep driving his spirits,
a cry from wilderness, ominous
yet with some redeeming positive
faith nullifying his apprehension;
owl or resounding echo from above,
he
is yet to know; a voice or vision
appears in cheering mood, he is safe
amidst turmoil and many a dying
into cankerous death and doom;
stench
and stink cutting their energy
while he smells of rose and bloom
when buds
into romance and redemption.
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