Newspaper Statistic

By Gaurav Parab

Let me write a poem which I promise is short,

About a newspaper story we would not think about a lot.

They said it happened sometime yesterday,

While I pondered on what to watch, and what to play.

The paper said rifle shots rang out crisply in the air,

When I thought about what not and what to wear.

He was outnumbered, and his bunker was cold,

But he stopped them in their tracks I am told.

As I straightened my tie and went on my way,

Another nameless soldier died in his torn fatigues yesterday.

I promised you this poem will be very short,

About a newspaper statistic we would not think about a lot.