From the smouldering funeral pyre,
From the dense smoke of sacred ash,
From the enemy's girdle and from
The hopeless maze of pitch darkness,
A power seen
Rising and soaring high,
Was reaching the vast sky
Effusing searing balls of fire.
That power...
Neither split by the weapons of age..
Nor in raging fires it burn,
Neither awash by deluging floods
Nor in whirling winds it wither...
Oh! has taken birth!
With the might of a thousand suns
Lighting up all the worlds,
With ecstatic victory trumpet
Resounding all over,
Oh! has taken birth!
A never say die hero...
He has come
The torch bearer to a new world...
From the smouldering funeral pyre,
From the dense smoke of sacred ash,
From the enemy's girdle and from
The hopeless maze of pitch darkness...
Has come
The Torchbearer of tomorrow
A new world,
The destroyer of sorrow...
There He is!
The Torchbearer of tomorrow
There He is! There He is!
The Torchbearer...
A contest entry
- Who is he? by EmeraldDreams.
450 points, ended June 25, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Enter Whatever. by OurxBeginning.
300 points, ended June 7, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Interesting, I liked how you expressed the torch and the fire. Never seen a poem quite like this. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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Awesome!
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Wow! What a powerful piece this is! The imagery i great too. I can see how it fits with the photo, very nice piece. I like the character you have portrayed here, its like something out of an epic novel! Great job! thanks for the entry!
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This has such a lyrical touch to it. In tune with harmony, like a song of light. Thanks for your entry and good luck in my contest... x Love and light, Butterfly.
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