Bitter Existence of a Lost Soul

 Once a man killed a man called the game a fight,

A group of men killed their own kind gave it the name its war,

Lives were lost, grief set in, they gave it the name its fate,

You fight for land, for its wealth, for its glory,

Where in a land is no man's to buy,


He then took refuge in calling his wrong his right,

How could he not have learnt the very virtue of a human life?

I question thy belief; They ask “Who am I",

I said “I’m a soul unlike yourself,

All I seek is an answer”..

I then realized a fact , A fact proven true,

Hath no god maketh one strong within you,

If he thy lives, Prove me wrong, Let me witness you,

He never thy answers to my call they say he resides within you,

Something worth ignored,thy let go in the past,

And thy shall you be glorified on the reckoning,

Some call it insanity maybe,

Like the philosopher's stone that maketh thy gold,

Swallowth no stone ones sorrow to maketh thy smile....