Defender

By Pranathi. Ratnala

Our hearts are 

As hard as Wall but 

As soft as butter 

Our hearts are 

As rough as boundary 

As smooth as bullet surface 

Our eyes are 

Filled with blood water 

Our legs are 

Fluttering with sweat But our spouses were like hands filled with bangles But no sparkle in her eyes 

Her eyes are reflecting like sunrise 

By saying good morning to her defender 

Her eyes are awaiting for the solider of her heart 

We are against to the death 

But the death was wrapped in wonder When we die 

Her sorrow covers with dark mist ....

By Pranathi. Ratnala