Poetry

The Deed of the Ninja

“The grace of a landing,
The unstirred air,
The night that quietens,
At his sight,

The sleeping ground,
Unalarmed by his step,
The watchful moon,
That misses his plight,

The silent tread,
The quiet cloths,
The fearful trees,
That hold their breath,

The movements so quick,
The nerves of steel,
The heart that calms,
While the whole world screams,

The blur of metal,
That glistens in the light,
The separation of life,
From body without fight,

The indifferent heart,
That sees no sin,
Fear not the sword,
But the hand it is in.”

~Azzam Anwar

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