Missing was I..

The warriors fighting the GREAT BATTLE!
Faces covered with dust and spite.
Tired and bleeding are they!
But riding are they on their horses,
With unstoppable spirit!
With full speed and might,
Cutting out the darkness
With their swords,
Continuing are they
Their journey to win!!

I smell the dust and sweat.
I see great fire in the eyes of the warriors.
I see catastrophe all around.
Commotion, pain, unrest everywhere!
But then realized with astonishment anew
Something Missing was I!

Missing was I
The delight in their heart!
That Immense delight in the heart of those,
Who are engaged in the battle!
For them victory or defeat was not important;
Only what mattered was that
They are fighting the Good Fight!

Missing was I
That life for them was not a Sunday afternoon!
Peace, lethargy, and rest were not their lookout.
They were in askance of something grand –
Grander than their own moral existence!
That youthful dream was alive in their heart –
Throbbing with passion wild!

Missing was I
That they were not looking for
That fake certainty!
That homeostatis of nurturing the
Feeling of being matured,
Playing the lesser games,
To avoid the combat – disappointment and defeat!

Missing was I
They were not looking for that
Coward  immediate tranquility!
Being satisfied with the ordinary.
Rather they were on a pilgrimage –
On a journey towards Mission –
A mission which was bigger than their own lives!

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