Beleaguered Army

An assemblage of characters worked below,
Brooding on remorse and sin as a graveyard;
Beleaguered by death, it had dissembled the enemy,
A comely thought for the comely soldier.
The soldier’s demesne cast the whole world aside,
An elixir of youth was imbibed.
It was the denouement of youth and age,
It was dulcet, never abhorrent to see you drum your life.
Furtive glances kept them awake with hurry,
The glamour of a man was in full demonstration.
Now the war had its felicity, but ephemeral.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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