Warriors Never Quit

Facing an array of arrows,

These were not the ordinary,

But were made of strong words.

Everything just meant the same,

“Why have I never Given up?”

I was born and left for dead,

Growing up was a big overhead.

Troubles paraded me in battalions,

Success was never given medallions.

I had to find my own strengths,

In a pack of selfless friends,

Who were there all the time,

Helped me unearth many a goldmine.

Still, I had a glimpse of fear,

Words can’t express it loud and clear,

Nothing really gave me any hope,

So I went back and started to smoke.

I thought I was enjoying my life,

But had surrendered meekly to its vice.

I have never felt this way before,

Lungs were deeply shovelled into pores.

People gather around my head,

To ask me the same at my deathbed,

“Why didn’t you quit?”

I had pushed myself into this pit,

My only solace – Warriors never Quit.

  • Nocturnal Bird

11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kartik Srinivasan
    Jun 30, 2010 @ 03:20:03

    It was a well written poetry, I just had a feeling that the strength of your poetry is getting depleted when u try to bring out a rhyming word. Its my opinion.

    I feel there are more powerful words you know and it would be great if you could use it as that would convey better emotions than a simple rhyme.

    All the best

    Think it over.

    Your writing is improving every time you pen something. Do well.

    Idhuvum Kadandhupogum


    • Nocturnal Bird
      Jun 30, 2010 @ 07:29:07


      Yes! I do agree with your observation. I think the word “Goldmine” was indeed the Show-stopper, quite literally. I have consulted a few people though and they second your opinion. Will give you people my best in the posts to come


  2. Shiva
    Jun 30, 2010 @ 04:07:03

    Good one da but not as good as your Romance one but still far better.

    The idea that you didn’t quit smoking because you were a warrior didn’t get reflected in the poem and there is apparant paradox in your last line, you had quit fighting against smoking and hence died. As you had quit fighting you are not a warrior but had you fought and quit smoking you would have won the war against cancer but still quit smoking and hence not a warrior as you had quit something or the other.

    Also, I think, timing of this write up is bad. Just a week back, Kartik had a similar theme, could have post poned it for sometime later as you share some mutual audience.



    • Nocturnal Bird
      Jun 30, 2010 @ 07:32:33


      Think you missed the irony of the poem, I am claiming solace that I had never quit anything in life. Life is full of paradoxes. “It depends on whether we like a Paradox”. Poetry is best expressed, using satire and irony, and so is prose.


  3. Bhagi
    Jun 30, 2010 @ 13:33:06

    @ Guru: Good one… Guess this is what one would call a mischievous interpretation of words!

    @ Shiva: You ok? You are starting to sound like Guru with your comment.


    • Nocturnal Bird
      Jun 30, 2010 @ 15:47:02


      It is becoming an inclination to submit that a personality, who is inarticulate or imprecise to resemble me. Isn’t that amusing for the reason that I in no way sound in that manner.

      That was a good picture btw.


  4. Bhagi
    Jun 30, 2010 @ 13:35:56

    Just came across this. Pretty perfect. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Nosmokingtray.jpg


  5. Mag[m]
    Jul 01, 2010 @ 09:40:52

    well written poem dude….. but ur blog’s name looked copied from ADDY’S BRAINWAVE…. change it sooner dude…. all the best… u r a nice blogger


    • Nocturnal Bird
      Jul 01, 2010 @ 14:46:37

      Hey Mag,

      Thanks for ur comment.. With all due respects to Addy, it has got nothing to do with this writings. If you would have noticed, i have been blah-ing even before Mr. Addy under this banner. So, there isnt any relation though.

      Keep reading…


  6. Harini J.L
    Jul 23, 2010 @ 05:04:52

    HEyyy i actually understood the concept of the poem!!!!!!!!! But Shiva’s comment confused me…….. :):):)


  7. Nithya
    Jul 17, 2011 @ 16:02:17

    Why Do I never Understand Poetry even though M Ur sister?????


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