Dropping the Defence

Warriors came out from their master’s hall

putting away power and armour, and their arms
looking as if they were poor and helpless as arrows
showered on them as they came out from their master.

Warriors marched back again to their master’s hall

laying down power, dropping sword, bow and arrow
with peace written on their foreheads, leaving the fruits
of their life behind as they marched back to their master.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 85

Henry Victor          16.12.2012