Thousand of years have passed and still I exist in the bust of battle.

Slicing the night with my blade never weary never fragile in my strokes.

I wonder on to mystifying land. Ground which awaits my arrival.

Ones where blood use to be now magma residing. Beast now I am.

Ones where blue sky use to be now strange light shine.

Distant but near I see my liberty sitting under a tree of life.

I am coming I cried running like a beast years crossing like a moments.

Still have to cross the river of sorrow she cried.

Sorrow one my acquaintance is now my enemy.

Eating my beast I wonder crossing the river alone.

Still sturdy in my will I ran for the river alone.

……………………..still to complete……plz..any suggestion and how to end this poem.......

by harshvardhan singh