too blood soaked and battle scarred.
Arrow marks on his chest, sans remorse
in sadness sung gleefully by the bard.
The child would know of his father
through feats of heroism and valour.
Armour stains would tell him rather,
heroism surpasses the rainbow's colour.
His son's joy, giggles, laughter and smile
is now a story of the era that's past.
The baby will be a man in the meanwhile,
starting a proud story that will forever last.
Prasenjit©1997-2022
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