Kings Fight, Common Folks Face Full Blight

They sure bear battles but no enmities, At borders build brotherhood’s bonhomie, Exchange smiles and burry adversity That may arise from mutual miseries. The wars are won by kings and their counties, Soldiers only fight battles and lay life, Their families suffer deep abject strife, And forgotten once settles all the crease. They that build bridges soon are forgotten, Conquerors cross over, Ravan to hunt, Victorious, Ram-Laxman feel triumphant, And monkeys that made it miss all the fun! They that know nor yet hate, each other kill, Those that hate, scarce with scary battles deal. __________________________________________ Sonnet |02.10.2023| war Poet’s note: ‘Ravan to hunt’, the reference is to Ramayana, an epic poem of some thirty thousand quatrains called shlokas. Today’s world is full of conflicts. Whilst battles rage, who suffers? The common folks, the so-called couth and innocent of the society. This sonnet is born from this anguish.