Once again
life took turn
we ended
where we started
the battle was lost
the soldier still alive
tattered and tired
covered with wounds
nobody cares
if you survive
the underscore remains
you lost
mustering the courage
hard and difficult
but you practised not to be torn
you wash your wounds
leave them untended
to remind the harshness
you must survive
survive the storms
to live gracefully
one fine day
when sun shall shine overhead
wearing the crown of sola overhead….