A Man

He stands near the shore, with a sword in one hand a black rose in the other. Courage in his grip, Silence in his style. He built a sand castle near the shore Which was his and nothing more. He was gazing at the horizon and Measuring the depth; and controlling all the emotions which he had kept. He called his own people whom he called his own. In his thoughts with a moan. No battles were being fought No killing was done, Still he lost everyone one by one. He still loves his family and he can die for them. It is his love which makes him a man. He left his home and his land and left everything which was grand. He is a guardian and a man Who is protecting this entire island. He has a courageous heart and a rebellious mind; Which makes him different from every kind. A tide came with its force, took the castle and some emotions away. The faded rose fallen to the ground and found its way in the tide. Now he is standing there with all his hope. Holding his dreams and passion in his eyes, With his sword ready to fight.