Soliloquy of a wounded soldier
Don`t invite me, any more to festivities of life
I am dead-tired ; breathing hard -like
gasping wounded soul (outside/within)
Why ask me now !-where does my happiness lie?
Lived, seen, experienced so much !
the war ,the death and dying love
all`living`-death -s and aftermath

Now ,too tired of all sorts of war
Let it be ,as is -the wound
raw or dry-dead crust of blood
Wipe them not. - as all situations are
the same !all dreams so meaningless !