Katana Poem by SUVANKAR SEN

EVERY SAMURAI'S PRIDE,
IT'R THE CARVED SHEATH'S BRIDE.
IT CUTS THROUGH FLESH & MATTER,
LIKE A HOT KNIFE THROUGH BUTTER.
IT HAS A LIFE OF IT'S OWN,
TO KILL IT IS ALWAYS PRONE.
NO ONE CAN MASTER IT FASTER,
IT'S NOT FASTER TO CHOOSE IT'S MASTER.
BUT WITH HARD WORK & DEDICATION,
A SAMURAI ACHIEVES PERFECTION.
IN THE WAR IT'S THE DEMON,
IT'S THE SAMURAI'S DEADLIEST WEAPON.
IT BATHES IN THE FLOOD,
OF THE DEAD BEINGS & THEIR BLOOD.
IT'S THE EXTENSION OF SAMURAI'S HAND,
WHO DESTROYS WITH HIS BAND.
IT CUTS THROUGH BAMBOO AND BANANA,
IT'S THE BEAUTIFUL, DEADLY KATANA.