Flinged arrows in the sky;
Wild thoughts screaming.
Tyranny flawed, scared deny;
Premonitions put to meaning.

To shield thy blades,
I Draw my sword.
Glistening, Gleaming, Shining.
Mesmerized by the sheen;
Captivated to slaughter,
Seduced to killing.

Swayed !! Slashed the air.
A clash of thoughts;
A flush of digress.
An afterthought,
No words to confess.

Emotions bleed,
I weep in vain.
Tempted.. to shout n cry.
To kill, To deny, To end.
Nothing more…
I sigh !

Realised.
To right the wrongs,
I need no SWORD.
I can handle it with a SWING
No ! NO !!
Not of a SWORD.
The optimism still bore some WINGS.

Effectuated by the transition;
From the S to Start,
To the S to Stop,
Swivled the S that is beginning.
From Swing to wingS,
From Sword to wordS,
Discovered the moral meaning.

Ignited thoughts,
Bewitched a feeling,
Enthused a spark within,
To thank all;
That played a part,
In my better upbringing.

Now,
If it has to be only words;
Why not put it ‘the gentle way’?
Knowledge but no wisdom,
To carry it with grace.
Isnt that childish? Say !!