The War Within Poem by Pradeep Dhavakumar

Few days pass, we face off like before;
But I hold the shield and he-the sword.

He proves me no warmth of a flame;
I show him black burns in my veins.

He proves me no blue burning light;
I show him the white hairs I obtained;

He proves me no wax from the cierge;
I show him my finger's white layers.

He proves me no matches in sight;
I show him my ash flushing face.

He enters me for the truth I contain;
I enter him for the truth he pertains.

Few days pass, we face off like before;
But he holds the shield and I- the sword.

I prove him no warmth of a flame;
He shows me black burns in his veins.

I prove him no blue burning light;
He shows he the white hairs he obtained.

I prove him no wax from the cierge;
He shows me his finger's white layers.

I prove him no matches in sight;
He shows me his ash flushing face.

I enter him for the truth he contains;
He enters me for the truth I pertain.

Few days pass, we face off like before;
But I hold the shield and he-the sword.

He proves me no warmth of a flame;
I show him black burns in my veins...