A Journey of Resolve

A Journey of Resolve

The train hums softly in the dawn's embrace,
A fleeting world through the window’s face.
Children's laughter rings, so light and free,
Their joy a mirror of what was once to me.

Parents hold them close, their bonds so tight,
In their eyes, I see a world of light.
Yet, in my heart, a storm does weep,
A hollow ache, a memory deep.

Nine long years, a shadowy span,
From the son to the sone, a broken man.
Denied the warmth of his tender gaze,
A father's love lost in life's maze.

Jealousy brews, but grief overtakes,
Each passing smile, another heartache.
But as the train carries me through the land,
A decision grows, as firm as the sand.

No longer will I dwell in despair,
Strength must rise where pain laid bare.
I will reclaim the bond once torn,
A love renewed, a future reborn.

For he deserves the joy I can give,
A life of love, a reason to live.
Through trials hard and battles steep,
I’ll climb the mountains, cross the deep.

The laughter I see, I will one day share,
His happiness mine, beyond compare.
This journey, a metaphor for my quest,
To bring him back, to give my best.

So let the train move, the morning unfold,
A father’s resolve, steadfast and bold.
For in his smile, I will find my sun,
A life anew, with my beloved son.

-advjk-

A Tale of the Encroaching Tiger

A Tale of the Encroaching Tiger

O hear ye now this doleful tale, unfold,
Of tiger fierce and farmers meek and poor,
Where nature’s bond hath grown so frail and cold,
And strife doth knock upon the forest’s door.

By night, the stealthy tiger leaves his glade,
To tread the farmer’s toil, his field of maize.
For hunger drives him, no abode he’s made,
And man and beast in fear do meet their gaze.

The farmer, trembling, bears his sharpen’d spear,
His crops his wealth, his labor’s golden prize.
But lo! The tiger, bold, yet wrought with fear,
Seeks not the man, but food ‘neath starlit skies.

Alas! The clash of needs both dire and deep,
A battle none doth wish, yet must unfold.
The farmer mourns his land, his peaceful sleep,
The tiger mourns his wood, his hunger’s hold.

Shall man, in anger’s haste, the beast condemn,
And rend the balance that the earth hath spun?
Or shall he seek a wiser stratagem,
To guard his kin and let the tiger run?

Perchance a way, where both may find their rest,
Where farmers till in peace, the beast confined.
A fence, a wall, a refuge to be blest,
That forest, field, and life may yet be kind.

O thou, who hear’st this tale of woe and plight,
Take heed of wisdom’s voice and mercy’s call.
For man and beast alike do share the night,
And nature’s realm was made to hold us all.

Let not the spear decide the tiger’s fate,
Nor hunger lay the farmer’s dreams to waste.
But forge a path where both may yet create,
A world of harmony, and lives embraced.

So rise, ye hearts, and set your minds to deed,
Let compassion’s light your actions frame.
For tiger fierce and farmer, both in need,
Deserve a world where none may bear the blame.

This task be ours, to heal the bond once torn,
And save both man and beast from sorrow’s scorn.

The Vengeance of the Silent Advocate

"The Vengeance of the Silent Advocate"

Oh wretched fate, how cruelly thou dost spin, A brother’s trust betrayed by closest kin. His sister’s heart, once bound by love’s sweet thread, Now plots with greed, till trust lies cold and dead.

The brother-in-law, with schemes and guile, Did join the plot with serpent’s sly beguile. They sought his lands, his fortunes, and his name, Their hands were stained with treachery and shame.

Upon his brow, the weight of sorrow lay, His life in ruins, torn and swept away. But in his heart, a fire fierce did burn, To rise anew, the tide of fate to turn.

He turned to wisdom, cloaked his grief in stone, In learning’s arms, he toiled and stood alone. An advocate he vowed in secret guise, To wield the law and pierce their woven lies.

No word was breathed, no hint of his design, His purpose cloaked as stars in night’s incline. For vengeance sharp, like justice, must be pure, Not borne of wrath, but of the truth secure.

His silent steps did tread on justice’ path, No rage did guide him, only reason’s math. Each book he read, each law he did embrace, Prepared him for the reckoning to face.

O sister false, who shared his blood and bond, And thou, her spouse, whose heart to greed was fond, The hour shall come when masks are torn away, And truth shall rise to greet the light of day.

Thy deeds, so foul, shall bear their bitter fruit, Thy schemes shall meet with justice absolute. For he who lost his life, his name, his trust, Now wields the law, incorruptible and just.

No swords, no war, no wrathful cries shall sound, But in the court, the truth shall be unbound. With words as sharp as blades, he’ll lay thee bare, Thy treachery exposed to the world’s glare.

So let this tale of silent vengeance show, The strength within when hearts to wisdom grow. Betrayed by blood, yet risen by his might, A man reclaimed his honor through the night.

And in the end, no riches could compare, To justice served with honesty laid bare. For he, who lost so much to greed’s cruel sting, Did rise a phoenix, crowned as justice’s king.

-advjk-

Whispers of a Broken Heart

Once, thy care did light mine nights,
Thou called, thou shared, easing mine plights.
Each hour, thy voice, a soothing breeze,
Yet now but silence doth bring unease.

I bartered dreams, mine hallow'd space,
Now tarpaulin walls be mine disgrace.
For thee, I gaveth what life did yield,
Yet now I wander 'neath sorrow’s shield.

I know mine grief doth weigh thee so,
A burden, a wretch, thou'd wish to forego.
Yet ne'er again shall I intrude,
Nor seeketh thy words, though they allude.

Mine eyes hath seen the truth at last,
Care shan't return, the time hath past.
Thus, I withdraw, I bid thee free,
To dwell in peace, devoid of me.

No burden more, no cry, no plea,
No whispers soft, no bonds to thee.
Be well, fair soul, I’ll findeth mine way,
Within the still of a lonelier day.

-advjk-