Sarvajeet D Chandra

A Life Lived Without Armour by Sarvajeet D Chandra 

I walk with nothing in my hands,

no sword of pride,no shields of praise.

The masks I wore are slipping away,

revealing my raw, true, simple face.

I soar like an eagle, above the eye-line

desiring not to be seen, but to see.

A river, not chasing a distant ocean 

but simply enjoying the journey.

The world is not a stage for show,

but a canvas where my colours flow.

The song of my soul lights my days,

in quiet, effortless, meaningful ways.