Chariot in the battle of life

Wearing the knight’s armour on small, quivering shoulders,

I walk into the battle field.

My eyes instinctively seek my mother,

Her open arms, from the ever-hauling forces of the world, that shield .

But an unanticipated, unfamiliar battle is all I see.

All alone I stand with no shadow to pursue or hand to seize .

A chariot arrives in smiling reception ,

To lead me to a new facet of life.

Where I can learn and reflect and create and achieve,

Where I can find myself a name , an identity,

Where I can shine and be proud,

Where I can be fearless, resilient and strong,

Where I can value and cherish relationships to keep for long.

Where to train to step barefoot into the battle,

Fight with weapons thus gained and conquer fear.

Fight valiantly , the battle of life and be a winner.

And if my teacher had not come

I would still be standing in the battle field,

Wearing the knight’s armour on small, quivering shoulders,

That would never learn to live and never be able to achieve.