A Warrior Poem by kalyan mech

Down headed mind, heavy with toxic love,
With shaking hands to catch dragonflies,
Over lured by the taste of frost,
Heart hue and cry barrier to million smiles.

To shattered eyelids and dizzy lips
Mid-month sun was willing grudge,
The croon of western wind
Was like a nasty spell to smudge.

'Where you belong you deary soul?
Is all this your forordained!
With scratch cloth a playful act,
That dragonfly can't be detained'.

Raised eyebrows and frowned lips,
Revealed something, some suffer of one time,
'Ah! Can't lift the club belongs to kunti's sibling'.
He atlast replied, 'it is mine'.

My fallible mind was a keen observer;
Feeble stroll, gallant eyes,
Dragging over tint leaves that heavy stick,
Humming along, 'that dragonfly have to die.........'.