** A Knightly Warrior *** -In Top 500 Poems Comments

Right...if in top of 500 poems....

Excellent expression...

Some excellent imagery and some outstanding expressions. May I invite you to take a look at my own humble offerings pls?

This is outstanding.

i loved this poem so so much.i was attracted by the title.thanks for this poem best friend,10+++++

oho, the first part really exciting me...

Poetry with story telling is an old Indian art –you have done it well

i am sure it was a beautiful story that inspired you to pen it down into a poem. beautifully written poem, liked it.

Anjali, I have a feeling I've commented on this poem before, but I read it again today and find it fast paced, like a knight chhraging on his horse, his love to profess. I'm moving into this style, of few words per line - it's riot. This is fantastic, Anjali. I've been meaning to write a poem about a knight, a sham; but this your knight is a real warrior. God bless his soul! Mark

hey girl..iam here from every where..........

Anju, you create a superb medieval atmosphere. Your poem remembers me Sir Gawain and The Green Knight. Like Samuel Taylor Coleridge, You affect me psychologically.

fantastic, .feels like reading an absorbing novel.posted10 surya

Oh! really I went thru a story telling session, as if......Thnx...I liked your way of telling..must get a 10++...Brishti..///.By the way....Brishti means rain not sweet, as you apprehended....Thnx for going thru my poem.

a beautiful way of telling a story..love to read that story..well done

Telll us more stories Anjali pleas....10++..we r ready to hear..love shan

I feel nostalgic drag of my childhood days..

Such a well done piece that takes you on a journey through amazing images. Very well done.

'It’s a melancholy Long and distant north sea.' Ashore cries the knight The lonely longing knight As days traverse into nights Until one night he has to go Go for a battle sans the knowledge perhaps it will be his last night The talisman still sparkling His confidence still beaming Like a beacon chasing beacon And across the deserts linger his ladylove In pain and in shock thinking why would he, how come, how dare he, the knight-her knight the naughty kiddo turned knight be a con hopes shattered, confusions battered Like the light of this beacon now better be a con The gross misconduct, the surmounting lies uphill waits the knight with his one truth-the truth of love the truth on his chest, the truth of his mouth, the truth he cries, the truth he yells the truth he still fires, the truth he fights, until flurry of her tears comes as bullets Riddling the knight Concocting the conquerer Nagging the Napoleon Stop woo she says Coz she belongs to some Waterloo A last battle, one last jinx one last juggernaut one last win or one last losing win to say and to rent the air the name of his desert-rose the name, the name here, the name there, the name spattered everywhere the name of his remnants in the name of a prose the prose of happiness for an everlasting rosemerry shyness Beautifully and exquisitely written...+++++++10.

You really make this story eternal... Amazingly woven words with pure emotions, as you yourself was part of the story... Well done...

A neo-epical style, reads wonderful.