Which is Hell?

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 does our heart.

Every where 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, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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