Toy Soldiers

(Poem)

                                                        Toy Soldiers
My brother and I once had a feud
Both parties tried to put their terms forward,
Which were instantly rebuffed by both, citing them unacceptable
A silent verdict, echoed in both our minds
Only a final stand-off between our toy soldiers
Could dampen the loser’s spirits, if not glorify the winner
Without giving verbal orders, we glanced at our legions,
The toy soldiers, each symbolizing our ‘Super-legions’ from dreams
Unfazed in face of war, ready to bear the brunt of our dispute
With sturdy frames, and flaunting their rippling muscles
They exhibited the most superior mounted-armor we could visualize
We mounted the warriors on their special vehicles,
Which could be sent zipping off in just a knob’s click
The two commanders again looked in their opponent’s eye,
Trying to ascertain the enemy’s tactics and plot
Strategy which could be hailed as the only real factor
In securing the spoils of war
The next moment, there was a bang,
the booming blare of our vehicles smashing into each other
The soldiers’ shrieks, or the gunfire could not be heard   
Out of the blue, a leg flies out, with a spring tailing behind
We gazed at our soldiers, still caught in the ruins and wrecks of the battle
Nevertheless, their faces still drenched with the color of valor and nerve
A glimpse of their eyes though, seemed to tell a different tale
They shone for a moment, the anguish of watching their comrade handicapped
We both reflected upon a moment’s thought, suddenly struck by an alternate scenario
The nightmare of getting rebuked by our parents’ again, for yet deforming another toy
Or having sanctions imposed upon,
restricting the budget for replenishing our troops with new faces
The impetus and heat of the battle, had passed away in a flash
Withdrawing our war-vehicles, we began tending to the troops, hoping rest were intact
The next moment, we were engaged trying to fix the limb back into the slot
After trying in turns, in vain; we could only fix an artificial limb as an alternate
Yet again, we vowed to keep from indulging our stunning soldiers in another battle

The End.
(Line Count: 33
Word Count: 355)