Crouched behind
A veil, the eyelid
Is a tiny boat.
Running wild and
Conquering highs,
Sea-sized animal
Is a sight.
Under dim-light,
A pen in little
Girls' hands,
Has challenged
A blood thirsty
Sword's might.
A kid's fist that
Turned tight,
To take a stand,
Has outlived
Many lives.
From roofs to
The backyards..
Kitchens to graveyards.
The battles mom's
Pallu has seen,
Has outweighed,
Both world wars.
Drenched in sweat,
Guts twisted,
Fathers that slashed
The skies to usher
Sunlight are the
Bravest knights.
Birds might forget
To fly, their wings
Might eventually
See a blight.
But never redundant
Is their flight.
People pass but
Dreams transcend.
Eyes are just an
Excuse.
What matters is
Their sight.
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