Sharing,
Of deeds done
And things felt
Are more important
Than the deeds done
And the things felt;
Alone.
Fighting the Good Fight,
Is more important,
Than staying alive;
And feasting over the verdant;
Triumphant.
Sitting by the shores,
Of your imagination
And dreaming about
What She is telling you
Is more valuable…
Than all the things,
You may have learnt,
Or felt
Alone.
Between 2 Sips 
4 responses to “The Good Fight”
That’s what I like about you, you know the difference between what’s surface and what’s underneath. I love your constant desire to unearth the inner motivations, your crazy need to solve the puzzles and how you hold on to what truly matters.
🙂
Thank you pranky.
Quite a nice sentiment expressed in your poem…thanks for sharing it.
Very very candid…The way you say the most trivial things and then correlate it with the most vital things and this journey that you make from the upper crust to the depths is so beautiful!