Love: Suffer or Survive?

 

The night sky twinkled with burning stars,

                                     Rolling fields marked with glistening dew,

Cool wind brought rustling leaves that blew.

Flowers gave a scent too sweet,

And water flowed parted by rocks.

On such a night, who knew,

A battle would take place,

That history it would undo.

Stood on either side of that scenic hill,

Armies, with stone faces, too still.

Among them were two friends,

Each on different ends,

With sorrow faces, as the battle descends.

This is their story, of love and youth,

Of betrayal and truth.

 

Once upon a time, A time so old, a time untold,

Were two friends, inseparable.

Their bond was unlike any seen,

That not even hell itself could come in between.

What happened so terrible, that now they stand apart?

Nobody knows for sure,

Some say jealousy tore them, some say it was greed,

But, duty came in the middle, is what most believe.

For the love between them was so strong,

That they always chose each other, even when it was wrong.

Now, it so happens, that these two friends,

Belonged to two kingdoms of different lands,

And these two kingdoms, it seemed, were not at the best of terms.

Call it luck, Call it fate,

Call it destiny, or hate’s play.

And thus, begins the story which leads us to this day,

The friends parted with heavy hearts, bitter pain flowing from within,

For war had been declared between the two lands.

Said one to the other; ‘My dear friend, life will be hard without you.’

Said the other in response; ‘Keep faith, my brother, for we shall meet soon again, someday.

After our duty is over.’

Duty, indeed, can be the destroyer.

Little did the two brothers knew,

That ‘someday’ can be ‘never’,

And we come back again, to the beautiful hill, with it’s cold embrace.

The battle raged on, blood drenched the once prickly grass,

The moon threw it’s shine on the glistening surface, which shone like brass.

The friends fought like no other, desperation had made them the toughest,

To end their lives, the enemies made a ruthless plan,

Went to one and told him that his beloved had fallen.

Said the friend; ‘We can’t be apart’,

And as swift as the fox, drove his blade inside his heart.

His body was shown to the friend, who did just like the other,

Killed himself, and followed his brother.

And thus, our tale ends here,

Full of misery and pain,

Started from the seed of love,

And ended with heartbreak.

And, so my friends it’s for you to decide,

Whether love truly makes us suffer, or survive.

 

-Shriya Nauhria