loss

  Heavy on heart, Haunting the mind, Loss leaves an impression, That creates a void.   Loss, just four letters, Is a word that's inevitable, But dreaded by  Every human on earth.   Loss of a loved one, A dear one, Oh… that's hard, To adjust and move...

Still streets, whom to admonish Many dreams, yet to fulfill, It takes time to establish, But world came to a standstill.

We gain Nothing in war But, pain.    Cold blood Flows freely like A flood.    Cries fill,  The air so cold, And chill.   Photo by Hasan Almasi on Unsplash