Love

My love is pathosful,
Yet serene and full-bloom;
It lays me down at the bed of thorns,
And then renders me immune;

A love that beckons-
A truth that touches;
A plasm that sings of purple glow.

Melancholy strain and plaintive notes though
Touches every heart to the core;
Yet at the end, there's the thunderous blow
Of hope, strength, struggle and fight.
For a joy eternal and infinite-
In a soul bathed in the morning sun
At the highest zone of virginal light.

March for a grand victory

Oh my heart, take me to the zone of light-
Where there is no moan, no plight;
Where the eyes can see beyond the horizon
Of private joy and selfish pride.

Where the song of soul is freedom
Freedom from illusion and cowardice;
Where in the eternal fight of life
Virtue prevails over the vice.

A mount from where the ears can hear
The pithiest call of the suffering millions-
And the feet can run to mingle-
In the ocean of mankind, at one summon.

I need, I need the courage and the strength
Nay, Nay, I lack it no more-
For the mind is awakened and spirit imbibed,
And time is knocking at the door.

The hour of final onslaught had struck
And I am ready with sword shapened;
To cut the chains and break the walls
Ahead for a victory, tremendous and grand.