Life’s a battlefield of guns and roses;
One can live or die where hope reposes.
Only love gives after death a rebirth
Like a magic kiss gives a moment of mirth.
Life is just an insignificant tale,
A sea across which we’re condemned to sail.
So many waves playing rash games with us
That we cannot ignore and be bruised thus.
A breezy wind may send us to the shore,
Helping us quiver our wings more and more.
We’re here as stupid actors of a play,
Who like jesting and praising through the bay.
Life lies in death, so does death lie in life;
Our deeds shall purpose either peace or strife.
Written by Walid Boureghda
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Walid Boureghda is a 41-year-old Algerian poet, working as an Administrative Executive at Sonatrach-ENI Group. He holds a B.A degree in the English Language and Literature from the University of BATNA in Algeria. He draws inspiration for his poetry from his unceasing love of his beloved wife. He also writes about spreading peace over the world and dispelling hatred and bigotry.