One of my poems written in 2006 - The Brave Layman

Sweaty brow and fists clinched,
Wrinkles on the forehead,
The warrior stands on Platform No. 4,
Ready for and upcoming fight.

The noisy speaker blurts out the call
The horn of the Antagonist
Rings into the Braveheart's ears
And he gathers his energy and strength.

The noisy train enters the battlefield,
With hundreds of soldiers alike
The warrior battles through the flock
And rushes to the door.

Howls and cries bombarded upon him
But he is no coward
He struggles, he fights and wins
And thus rewarded a Fourth Seat.....!



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