He opens his eyes to light.
Spreading sparkles in his sight.
Talking less and knowing more,
from mountain tops to sea shores.
Iron body and a melting heart.
Always walking and talking art.
He glides on the floor like poetry,
smiles like the moon, hugs like a tree.
Made of some wine and vigor.
Taking leaps, defeating fear.
Sailing strong in the storm.
Cold encounters, endurance warm.
The prince sits in silence,
absorbing strength and hope in.
He is a warrior of life
who’ll surely win.
This poem is a dedicated to a friend. We all have a warrior prince in our lives. Rather we are the warrior prince/princess of our own life.
Humble and Strong at the same time.
Hope you had a good read.
In pictures : Sahul Bhatia
Priyamvada Tripathi – Soul Woman