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.