Life lost

From the mangled remains of the wreck

They extract her broken self.

There is a body left, oh for sure!

But of features, it is bereft.


A precious life is lost

To another’s drunken pleasure,

Whilst he escapes Scot-free;

She suffered beyond measure.


No apology given, no rue

His lawyer frees, gets him walking.

And if he tries to apologize in future

Lawyer will scoff & say– “It’s the whiskey talking!”

Image – Ante Hamersmit via unsplash


About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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