The moon shines bright in a starry sky,
Tomorrow, I know, I might just die,
The men, shivering, won’t sleep tonight,
They might not be alive at the end of this fight.
The moon shines high over the ghostly field,
The gruel I ate might be my last meal,
Death must be easy, because life is hard,
I can see the stiff helmet of an enemy guard.
Is he thinking what I think now?
Is he wondering, when he’ll die and how?
Or is he braver, tougher than me,
Wondering how many deaths he’ll see?
Tomorrow, we will have to be fast,
Fighting like lions, till our last,
Taking names, shooting heads
Wishing we were home, safe in our beds.
Vivek Dandekar
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Tomorrow's Fight
Historical FictionA short poem I wrote when I was feeling slightly more bored than usual (believe me, it's very hard for me to get more bored than I usually am. I was on FIRE that day, D'ya know what I mean?!)
