There was once a fierce warrior
If Bulging muscles gave him the looks,
His swordsmanship made him fearless.
His stories ran through the 7 realms.
And he was feared across the universe.
Walking down a narrow lane,
"THE WARRIOR" chanted the common men,
A market street in his own village,
Where barely two persons can walk,
He greeted everyone with a nod.
Hurriedly people moved aside,
As he walked with long strides,
Except a woman, still busy,
In a heated bargaining with the vendor.
The warrior stopped near her,
As a stranger said to her,
"Young lady move aside"
To which she growled,
"There's enough space for his strides"
Astonished he looked at her face,
As she looked back at him with seething anger,
For first time in his life,
Since his mother passed,
He was witnessing the seething anger,
With which he grew up as a child.
He couldn't sleep that night,
That seething angry face,
Kept him awake,
For he was now afraid,
Of that beautiful angry face.
The thought made him sit up,
Sweat dripped from his face,
"Love? Is this for real?"
He asked to his attendant,
As he explained his state.
A woman he can respect,
Treat her his equal,
Who has no fear,
Was like a dream come true,
For THE famed WARRIOR,
"Only she could be my partner in this life",
To himself he whispered.
With his attendant he went,
To the house of the women he couldn't forget,
He wanted to marry her, he proffesed,
"Why", was the only question she asked.
Looking down, blushing, he said,
"Because I have fallen in love.
And for the first time, I am afraid,
Of someone in this world."
She knew who he was,
THE WARRIOR who feared no one,
Looking at him now,
Confessing his love like a young lad,
And hearing him say, he was afraid of her,
Was too much for her to keep a straight face,
She laughed and blushed and laughed again.
For she never imagined to be,
"THE WARRIOR'S" nightmare.