THE VALIANT

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The Valiant

      Across the oceans beneath the hills
Walk the men who have strong wills
Against the wind towards the sky
To tryst their destiny, they will soar high

Many a men do step back
Courage is what most of them lack
Amongst these men there are few
Who dare to take the path that is new

Rises the sun, cometh the day
The valiant cross the bay
Sun goes down, darkness engulfs the night
They walk under the stars the shine bright

With every new turn their going gets tough
With every new obstacle their going gets tough
Valiant are those who still don’t lessen their pace
With a fresh zeal every challenge they face

The bravest ones quench their thirst
By achieving victory at very first
Dressed in the robes of silver and brown
On golden throne, the mighty wear diamond crown
                                                      
                                                               ~surya (UNDAUNTED)

Comments

  1. Mick15 October 2011 at 07:06

    dude an incredible poem, by far this is my fav. the intro was awesome!!! thank you for those words man, they are filled with hope.

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  2. raghu16 October 2011 at 02:35

    Super like....This poem reminds me of a hindi film dialogue-"Lehron ke saath to koi bhi tair leta hai par asli insan wohi hai jo lehron ko cheerkar aage badhta hai."

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