With bleeding toes
And callused feet,
Broken backs
Grasping for breath.
Dragging heavy sacks
Their bodies dripping wet.
Weary but happy,
The warriors return.
They will laugh and sing.
And enjoy their meal.
For they have survived
The long ordeal.
They will celebrate
For they live today.
But they all know,
They must fight another day.
Musings of an eccentric mind 
6 replies on “The Warriors”
Nice :)…
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🙂 Thank you!
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🙂 Yay yay 😀
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Lovely Kasturika!
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🙂 Thank you… One frustrating day I walked home, and and I heard the nearby temple bells ringing, and to cheer myself up, I fancied myself to be some war hero returning from a battle field!!
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