SECOND BIRTH
As I rose from the ashes of tubules
I saw nothing but the face of my progenitor
I heard my pain screaming and my legs waving
To help me I had nothing but a needle
A needle of temporary respite and slumber
As the night went on I remembered nothing but
My loud and dozing battle against darkness
The next day onwards my dreams seemed my reality
Seldom I saw the Gods in white armour
They touched my body and chatted in strange language
Then after one sunset slowly my eyes opened
completely
And I realised I had won the battle
I found myself alone in a prison with no bars
Barely able to move myself
I kept spinning in my bed of aspirations
Determined to get out of those invisible chains of
disease
After one more sunset I liberate myself of the
bondages
I was able to move but the snakes of saline were
still wrapped
I soon figured that a friendly guard was present
near my bed
Soon I realised the surroundings and I got adjusted
No sooner I realised my senses I started exercising
them
The first words I heard were not of love
But the battle cries of the Gladiator and the
insanity of violence
That was my first experience of my second life
Thus much earlier I knew what this second chance
will bring for me
With each battle cry of the warrior I lost my chance
for love and peace
I got distant from my loved ones and knew no more
the essence of love and respect
I longed no more for love, care and humility
Alas the battle which I won seemed of no worth to be
won
Such a battle, it seemed, was better to have been
lost.
But the Almighty comes always to rescue of His brave
warriors
So did he, to save me from the Hellish fire
I met a band of new and fresh soldier recruits
They were inexperienced about the violent battle
But brought with them new and fresh ways of smiling
Each smile of theirs created a desire in me to love
again
To smile again, To respect and be respected again
The war started and they fought under me
At the end of each battle they would thank me humbly
Their eyes would cry to me to laugh and be joyful
again
I started to laugh, love, respect and be humble
again
The battle which I won now made sense to me
I was now grateful that I was given a second chance
I swore to Him, never will I let hate and depression
cast their shadow on me again
With my armour worn and my swords drawn
With my young friends beside me
I am ready to fight again
Not a battle, or two or three
But many a battle with the outcomes that the world
will forever remember.
