The Battle Within

by Wanjiku Njuguna

A muzzled fox can never bite,
Made for the kill it can only die,
A bird with clipped wings no longer flies,
Yet with providence it learns to sing,
A king in exile no longer rules his land,
But with loyal following he can retrain for war,
A lost mind is never really found,
Like a motionless heart it brings sorrow,
A broken dream does not mean the end,
Failure becomes death when we stop trying.

24-Apr-2012

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you Daniel and Rupradha. Greatly appreciated!

shiku
08-Jul-2012 21:05 PM

This is a great poem. It uses a rhyming scheme, but flows very well, and accomplishes a lot in the space used - definitely not a boring read.

Daniel
25-Apr-2012 11:53 AM

very true..nice!!

Rupradha
25-Apr-2012 10:14 AM