A young soldier grieves
Treads upon dried leaves
Yet another life and soul
Died on worn out soles!
Bright sky once so sweet
For the lost now weeps
The deluded drink & cheer!
But for all kin dark is near
As he gasps his final breath
Embraced by arms of death
An inner voice thus spoke:
“I lost my chance to “win”.
A short life: a collective sin!”
Somwang
Book of poems 2