the jungle

I sowed and walked, not knowing what
and unaware of the time i kept walking
till one day when time has come to return
i looked back to see that I sowed have grown
into trees shrubs and vines
concealing my path inside a jungle
that so ignorantly i have made
and lost forever without a trail
so i tell my fellow travelers
those who walk sowing
you can be ignorant of your destination
but not about what you sow
For it might become a jungle
that engulf you forever

we are comrades

even if the enemy is imaginary the fight is real
For we are in a war zone
Nobody remembers those who succumbed
who fell or quit before the fight
but the martyrs and the triumphers
who live immortal in their minds
fear not when you see your comrades fall
not when blood drips as tears from their eyes
They had fell not for you to stop
or mourn in their departure
but they leave the burden on your shoulders
as you take the road to eternity
they live in you to see the prideful crowd
For they are the martyrs who made you triumph