Nupur Agrawal
Under the starry sky
He sips a cup of chai
Fighting to protect a mother
While the other yearns for his one sight
In his deep slumber
Her eyes shine so bright
Her laughter fills the air
Her hair clouds the night
Not the chirping birds
Nor the aroma of coffee
His alarm is the sound of bugle
His calling is the smell of cordite
Shine is lost in the sludge of mud
Fierce screams invade the ears
The bloody day seems darker than night
All eyes brimming with fear
He roars, he fights
With a bullet in arm
He rues an aching plight
He is the agony, he is his knight
On his knees now
He wails over a thousand souls’ demise
Slowly slowly, he closes his teary eyes
And once again, he sees a paradise