The Great Saviour Poem by Suresh Kumar

That it first seemed a harmless march
of soldiers of an unknown hue
and they had their intent hide from view
and seemed just need they a rest after all.

As no qualms it engendered from my guard
they camped, went on to put up more of them
to board the new ones who did emerge out
of nowhere like the tricks of a juggler.

With a hostile and tumultuous pace,
revealed dwarf killers their true colors
the mood got changed and the intent
got altered with the pace of a lightning.

Was then only my guards got the vital clue,
belated were they to confront the danger,
being caught stunned and ill-readied
terribly overawed by the way was they hit.

Followed then was a gory, agonizing battle
died many of my fighters, fighting so bold
and so many the foes fell died like flies
seemed it certain that we may lose the war.

Were we readying to taste a certain rout
then hastily entered on the scene a brave man
and lifted my men up from their sullen spirits
and charged the enemy with a brass neck.

Unseen has been on any war scene as yet
unleashed was then his powers over them
causing the foe to flee around in fright
only to find their escape through death.

Can you make out this unsolicited general
who held his nerves in times of dread,
that is my will, an undaunted one
who lend me a dear hand to drive out
that ghastly bout of a deadly ailment.

He hanged on and did help my hurt men to
achieve healing so quickly as could soon be
and helped me to retrieve my lost grounds,
I decide finally to sign him up as my general.

And I won, have won and is winning all those
my fights in life with his power and prowess
he serves me sans expectant of something
of a return that everybody expects always.