Poetry – The Valhalla of Language

Here lie tombs of warriors slain, Heroes fallen on swords of tongues, Betrayed by mind’s own iron maze, A lexicon of life, ablaze.

Battle-scarred by a thousand strikes With blade of judgement, cold and dry, Shall hope renew? A mighty prize – Wake, dead letters! from slumber, rise.

Storming the gates of Valhalla, The valorous seize liberties, Fearless, wielding power once shorn, Drunk with mead of pastures reborn.

Kiruthika Rajeswaran