Dark
sky retreats,
When
the sun smiles
With
golden wings
Lonely
Kherlen murmurs
On
the hooves of horses
Armor-clad
men
With
folded fists
And
closed eyes
Call
Tengri on lips –
‘A
man from the sky’
Roars
on horseback
‘No
more delay guys’
For
the battle of Wushabao
Stand
on hind legs
Raising
the front hooves
Neighs
of horses heard of
Uf!
It’s a journey
Thro’
jungle and
Blurred
in dust till
They
leave a trail,
Beat
of the drums
Stokes
fire in hearts
Of
the dauntless
‘To
begin thy history’
With
the Jin armies
Swords
clash and
Break
peace everywhere
A
few fly in air
Tumbling
down those
Who
are lost here?
The
advancing troops
Feeling
full numb
To
tread on bodies
Strewn
on ground
‘Victory’
is the chanting
The
rest turns a deaf ear
Paying
no heed to the
Blood
oozing from wound
A
robotic move, indeed,
Towards
the enemy
‘Make
a pincer move’
‘Attack’
from right wing,
A
command unleashes
Volleys
of arrows
A
tough battle
A
win-win is called for
Countless
men confront on both
Hark,
Siege on left
And
land thy flag
Celebrate
the win
For
the Renaissance to come.
