Hope-It Is A Ray..... Poem by Maravan Shelley

Brawny soldier with fragile eyes and with bloody wounds
Lied alas in a muddy jungle-
His swooned sword lay apart from his hand
And wanting to die-
All the tiny livings mocking the fate of the lion like soldier;
Alas! ! alike a shakesperean tragic show
the mighty man lying in the ground.

A sudden pour from the sky
made the mortal to feel his life...
Zeal! ! came into his brave heart made him
winning his troubling mind-
Took his unhealthy sword and gave a soothing touch
All he got his power back-
Now! ! the mocking beings disappeared without any tussle.
All he smiles victory and victory....