By Sabhyata Ravjani
In times gone by,
my dear friend, rage confronted the bad guy
though, it may have been fancifully exclusive to me
while I felt compelled to pray to Him, a true deity.
I pray, wish, beg,
for the unwavering strength in all of my body,
for, I believe I am a regent of the mind; worthy.
Yet, I stand bewildered at my inability to partake in battle.
He, who stands in opposition to me; swords rattle.
Frantically, I seek guard.
One swing and I shall be forever scarred.
I wonder, why is it not me with the knife,
just a mere disparity of ability and life.
He, with the Herculean physique, remains regarded as greater,
hence, I settle to bleed on this paper.
By Sabhyata Ravjani
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