Searched for light in a dungeon
Startled by the presence of a scion.
My scion is not from nobility
Not born or brought up in aristocracy.
Has the qualities of a warrior
Decided to be always a Savior.
Followed instincts till the last breath
Left traces & marks after death.
These marks are my memories
These traces are my treasuries.
I’ve worn them as shining amulets
That makes me flow like rivulets.
I do not have a portrait of yours
To show to the world that clears
The myth that you are imaginary
You are a grand scion & a legendary
I’m an amateur who cannot paint your glory
Nor can I showcase or portray your story.
Yet, I know the truth that you are there
You could quench the thirst of my quest in this fair.
Blessed is the soul who could accompany you
As in your presence everything presents in a new view
On one fine day this numbness turns to sensations
The mystery shall be beyond any language’s depictions.
Till that moment carefully wrapped in the deepest
Of my memories, you shall stay in my heart’s divine closet.