The Infant Warrior

Posted: Thursday, March 3, 2011 by Kratik in

Knocking on my door with his Russian self,

Wrapped in a blanket, the infant warrior.

Smiling through agony, banging the shelf,

Said, “Find my home, be my savior.”

Puerile I stood tall,

Doubting his innocence, overlooking his pain.

Demanding him to leave, I received the master’s call,

Stunned to silence, losing myself, realized I had made the same mistake again.

Signing to the rhythm of silence,

On the ridge, I aimed for him to reach.

An oath written on my heart so dense,

Carving his own shelter, I said I will teach.

Digging the snow swimming on,

He saw his home off the ulterior.

Giving his all, credence till wan,

Flying like a bird with joy so high, he reached home, the infant warrior.

- - Kratik Malhotra

Guess what. As he waved me goodbye, the master passed us by J

Well, often on incidents, you might give yourself credit but believe me, it’s him who makes everything happen.

Love J


Jai Gurudev J


  1. Hemul says:

    "It's HIM who makes everything happen" :) :)
    Awesome !!!!

  1. Hw did this strike you...??? Its awesome..!!!

  1. Loafer says:

    I like reading poems, but it seems that this one just few over me!
    great vocab man.

  1. komal says:

    wow kratik awesome use of vocabulary and very poignantly portrayed actually.. yes i can agree with u its him who makes everything happen,indeed its the powers of divine conciousnessthat make everything happen ...

  1. Kratik says:

    @Everyone Thanks a lot.
    Sharon, I wrote this for someone from Belarus, next to Russia, for him not to lose faith and keep going.

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  1. Very well written Mr. Malhotra!! :)

  1. vaibhavi says:

    Mind-blowing poem Kratik :)

  1. Kratik says:

    Thanks a lot Vaibhavi :)

  1. Angel says:

    Yes....completely agree...its he who makes things happen always...the feeling of just being an part of art of living is great.....


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