Wise man, who first said life
was hell-
He must have come from this
barrack,
The desert of moustaches and
uniforms
And parched skins of soldiers.
The Sahara
of women-less.
Here the love rarely touches
life.
When it ignites, we struggle
With surging melancholic
romance.
Lust is the root of love.
With out woman where is love?
No woman in sight, we are in
hell.
We dry. Glands dry. So do our
hearts.
Everywhere blossom-less
faces.
A coal mine with dirt and
dust,
Where creatures are the destitute,
Whose life and work is more
than a hell.
It is hell where men live
without women.
The barrack is the hell as
wise men rightly said.
26.01.2001
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