In collaboration with Sidhart Jain from New Delhi. His blog is
Amidst the terrorizing tranquility of the night
A knight emerged through the darkest hour’s plight.
Despite the fact, his own fears began to take flight
Yet to protect his loved ones he knew he had to fight.
The knight had taken the onus to shield their nest
He carried the expectations of others on his chest
To ensure others, are able to calmly dream and rest
Secretly deprived himself of sleep, he put his soul to test.
The knight chose a crown of thorns, though he deserved a throne
For others, he confronted and withstood life’s every cyclone.
Sacrificing his happiness, others sorrow he preferred to own
For being the lone wolf, he fought & walked alone.
When devils riding nightmares approach his door
As they tried to burn everyone’s hopes to the floor.
The warrior in him began to rage and roar
To defend others’ dreams he emerged ready for war.
The bloodthirsty demons began to intimidate and scream
They exhibited the wrath of their diabolical schemes.
Yet amidst the chaos to protect others’ every dream
The knight pushed his being, to surreal extremes.
He was wounded and scared yet his intentions were clear
He knew he was deprived of the luxury of shedding tears.
He impaled all the devils and nightmares with his spear
That night for others, he conquered all his fears.
Though he hides his wounds from the crowd
Though over his head there is always a dark cloud.
But whenever demons howl at his loved ones, aloud
The unsung hero shall rise unbroken and unbowed.
A boy, younger than the rest,
Has brains amongst the best,
Everytime He looks out of his nest,
He thinks of the goal of life, lest,
Everyone sleeps, the people rest,
The enemy feels the chance is best,
So who would look after their nest?,
So let me not sleep tonight or lest…
The adult boy now serves his mother,
He stays awake for the sleep of other,
What happens next, he doesnt bother,
He is awake, the thought is soother,
Look after yourself, advises his mother,
You are my only hope, theres no other,
But courageous he is, nothing to bother,
Sacrificing dreams, other lives soother…
I salute you! O Child! O my brother!,
Words have stopped pouring further,
So put my pen to rest and smother
Your family, your child are no other…
The idea is that there is always a knight in some armour waiting to loose his sleep for our dreams. We need to identify this knight of our lives and be grateful to him.
Thank you so much Siddharth for sharing an idea which made me write. Though a novice at writing poems, you made me do it by sharing your idea. Thank you once again. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻